The Road Not Taken
I can tell you about the road not taken which has probably moulded my life the most – but it wont be sexy!
I’ve written before about attending boarding school, and I probably made it pretty clear that I didn’t enjoy it and couldn’t wait to come back to my family. The lasting effect of this was that when I had the opportunity to go to university, my reaction was in the negative. I hated the idea of living away from home for another 3 years. I missed the point entirely that I’d be independent at university, the master of my own destiny and timetable. All I could think was that, if I attended a local college instead, I could live at home while studying.
I wanted to be a journalist and I thought all I needed was to learn to type and write shorthand (I know! niaive of me – a degree in English would’ve taken me a lot further).
So I gained a qualification in secretarial and office skills. I could take shorthand at 100 wpm back in the day. I learned how to type on a manual typewriter, which needs 2lb of pressure on every key. For audio typing classes we used headsets made of plastic tube with a scrap of tissue paper wrapped around the bit that went into our ears (hygiene of sorts). I learned about making copies of documents using a Roneo Vickers machine (because photocopiers were in their infancy) and to make file copies of documents typed, we used carbon paper.
I gained office experience by temping, and my first job was in the claims department of a company whose products were plastic: buckets, brushes, bowls etc. In my career I have evolved from clerk to secretary to PA to administrator. Unfortunately I never had a job which gave me the chance to be ‘creative’ with my words. My plan to be a journalist was half baked at the time and I don’t think I had the confidence or the drive to be a good news hound, although I like to think I could’ve become a magazine journalist given the right breaks.
What I discovered in 2016 was that I could write, and people wanted to read the words I wrote. Maybe the audience for erotica and sex related articles is more generous and forgiving than for other types of writing, and that’s the reason I have been able to reinvent myself as a sex blogger. I think what’s more likely is that, with the internet as our platform, many new writers (like me) are finding a voice and equally, their audience can find them.
So when I helped my kids choose their A level options, and accompanied them on visits to universities they wanted to attend, I’ll admit felt sadness that I hadn’t travelled the path to further education myself. I can’t allow myself too many regrets. A different path taken would mean that I wouldn’t have met my OH/their Dad and I wouldn’t have them in my life.
One thing I can say for sure is I’m grateful that I discovered blogging and this wonderful community. I’ve got the determination now and the drive to make my mark with my writing. So many people I have come to know are happy to share their skills and connections, which encourage me to improve and find places in which to showcase my creativity.
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