I've had numerous jobs in my lifetime. I got pregnant early on and had to quit school and dash my dreams in order to raise my children. I love them dearly and would not change anything. But I never was able to make a proper career for myself. I never became the architect I had set out to be all those 33 years ago. I am so proud that my adult children are following their own dreams as I worked so very hard to encourage and instill in them.

This question has made me think though. Of all my jobs I keep coming back to the idea of being a tourist counsellor again. It was pretty crummy pay but it got me through two years of university. I loved it. I was passionate about what I was doing and enjoyed the job everyday. There was not a day I woke up and said 'Ugh, I have to go to work.' Yeah, it sounds silly but I've never since felt that I belonged to a job like I did to that one.