I have been busy preparing for an exciting interview that’s coming up on Tuesday.  It’s the first time I have ever applied for a job that didn’t involve being someone’s assistant.  Yes, this is ‘only’ an Internship, but if I’m successful, I’ll be working for different departments within the company and writing a daily blog about my experience in each one.  It’s a dream job for me.


Also, if I do get the Internship, I get to meet the owners of the company … who just happen to be Theo and Peter from Dragon’s Den!


I am impossibly, ridiculously, exponentially excited.

You see, this wasn’t my destiny.  Forty years old and my life is now going in a new direction.


I was never meant to go to University.  It was never even discussed when I was at school.  No-one in my family had gone, so why would I?  So when I did leave school, I went to college for a year and yes, I did well.  But it was a college course where I learnt to be a secretary when what I had really wanted to do was a Travel & Tourism course.  I wanted to see the world, but Mum had always been a secretary and it was what she wanted me to do.  She said she wanted me to always “have a career to fall back on,”  and now I’m a parent, I can see where she was coming from.   I was 17 and wanted to make her happy.

It ended up being my job for 18 years.

I have always had big dreams, just very little self-belief.  I don’t think I’m alone in doubting myself, particularly after having gone through a bitter divorce, but I have always felt that one day, somehow, I could make something special happen, however small. Hey, it’s a work in progress!


My point is this – an interview for an Internship means everything to me because it’s proof that I am who I always thought I was – deep down.  I am someone who always gets back up after being knocked down (can be a curse and a cure.)   A ‘fighter’ is clichéd, but it’s true.  Must have a high pain threshold I suppose!

Like I said, I’m lucky.  I now have the confidence and desire to seek out new challenges and even at forty, it’s not too late for me. Things don’t always go the way I want them to mind you, but at least I’m living again.

So, come Tuesday, I will be dusting my suit off, I will attempt to tame my mad, red hair and I will do my best to impress, and if I don’t succeed, it won’t be for want of trying – maybe I won’t be right for this position.  There will be other opportunities.

But I’m going to give it a damn good go and just keep on, keeping on.  It’s just what I do.

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Published by Kate Sutton

Writer, Mother, Dater.

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