It all started with two children. And not my two children.
It was the summer of 2003 and I was volunteering in a hospital playroom in Bucharest, Romania. And in came two smiling kids. Friends by circumstance. Ward buddies. Diagnosis twins. Two children who filled my heart with courage, my mind with wisdom and my soul with purpose.
And for the next eight years of my life I tried to live that purpose - to help children with cancer. So I volunteered in hospitals at home and abroad, I fund-raised, and I added post-graduate qualifications in Play Therapy and Psycho-Oncology to my Psychology degree.
But something didn't quite fit. And life built a big brick wall on my path.
Having commited to my life and now husband in Spain I was devastated to learn that my British degree and Spanish masters were incompatible. And effectively I was unable to work there as a Psycho-Oncologist - and essentially unable to fulfil my purpose.
Then one day as I was reading a syllabus book on finding life meaning, and it hit me square in the face. There in black and white were the five dimensions of life: physical, social, mental, emotional and spiritual. And do you know what wasn't there? Professional.
Somewhere along the way I had made my life purpose all about profession.