I’ve been back home in España for a week now and have loved getting stuck back into my writing and photography.
I feel so lucky to do work that I love and feel passionate about. I often think back to all those years when I was lost, directionless and frustrated.
It took me 25 years to realise that I need to work and live in a creative capacity, that I thrive when working alone. That I wilt when working in groups.
Our society tends to encourage us to proclaim that we all “work well as part of a team”, that we “can follow as well as lead”.
But why pretend to be an ant when you were born to be a lone wolf?