My fulfillment has been personal, not professional. I don't have a profession. The other day I was asked to write down my job, when filling in a form, and I didn't know what to write. So I made it up. It's a long story that sums up to my working life being childlike in its longevity.
I've been fortunate enough to live life as I've wanted to, as much as I could. But in that life, I've almost craved on excesses and carelessness. Now I'm paying the consequences, in social exclusion, of what so many dismissed as my "air head".
