Woke up after having had a dream where I was a florist, getting flowers ready for a wedding, and thouroughly enjoyed it.
Perhaps it is something to do with approaching 30 this year, but decided that (admittedly only recently having qualified) I hate being a laywer, hate lawyers and love flowers.
So have found a fab part time job 3 days a week doing a job where I can use my legal training without being a lawyer (as a contracts manager) and have two spare days a week to go to college and do floristry! Have already started work experience on Saturday mornings at a local florist and I love it. In fact I opened the chiller the other day to be confronted with a wall of various blooms and almost burst into tears, they were sooo pretty.
My finances are going to be tighter than a gnats bumhole for a couple of years as it is a pay cut (come to think of it, for the rest of my life as it doesn't seem to be very well paid), but I suddenly feel in control of my life again and am pleased I have finally admitted to myself that flowers ARE important

Just felt like announcing! Am I nuts? My civil servant father thinks I am having an early mid-life crisis.