I like the name Curlie because it’s the childhood nickname that my dad gave me because of my curls. Although my dad no longer calls me Curlie and my curls have become more like waves, I still like the name. I like what Curlie represents. She is my child self. She is my passionate dreamer who does not have responsibilities and is free do to as she pleases.
You could say she is my alter ego. I blame Curlie or Curls as she is affectionately known for my gap year.
As the years past it became very real that my dream of winning tattslotto would not rescue me from a career I didn’t like and that spending my days sipping cocktails on a deserted island was not going to happen. I longed for a job where I would be happy and proud to be apart of. One day I did something about it.
At the end of 2012 I resigned from a career that had been mine for 10 years. I sighted that it wasn’t enough for me to be a Health Inspector anymore and I left my colleagues with the image of me skipping off into the sunset. I had no plan, no job and no idea of what I was going to do next.
I decided that 2013 is my year of discovery. Hopefully somewhere along the way I will find a new career path and salvage part of my self that had been lost over the last 10 years.