Necessity is the mummy of reinvention
Chatting to my neighbour this morning, I was horrified to realise that I have become a cliche.
I mean, I had always had a tendency to lean towards bad puns but cliche-dom.... this was a new low.
For I have become the submerged mummy. Yes, I realise it sounds like a bad sequel with Brendan Fraser as the lead and lots of special effects. In fact, it is far worse. Mundane even.
I used to be mummified, corporate chick about town - off to Sweden, London, France for work, must check my mobile, go, go go. Career defined identity. And I never expected it to change.
Now there are aspects of that life that I am happy to relinquish, the jet lag, dealing with some corporate crisis after hours, the sheer gut wrenching graft I used to put in day after day.
But I spent so long being that person that I am not entirely sure who I am now. Therefore, I seem to be going through some sort of frankstein type consciousness raising. Which, frankly, is quite unnerving.
I shall doubtless emerge, at some future point, butterfly-like into a new form. However, right now I feel like a lumpy caterpillar. Does anyone have a leaf ?