Inspiration from a Free Range Human

Updated: Jul 14



I always knew that the 'traditional' career model didn't suit me. Even as a child, the structured school day filled me with dread. I always disliked the idea of having a predictable, planned out day that was decided by somebody else with no room for ease and flow and flexibility.


At 16 I wondered why a 5 day week was necessary, at 25 I wanted flexibility around my schedule and location. By the time I was 30 I had had enough of trying to fit someone else’s mould.


I always had a sense of dread at the thought of Monday morning where I had to force myself to maintain a job that drained me, be on someone else's clock, feed someone else’s vision and all the while play the role of what I was supposed to be doing!

I travelled A LOT - knowing that I'd have the freedom I was seeking at every turn, I got to explore new ways of doing things in different cultures and languages. But, we all need an income; I had a lot of jobs! Don’t get me wrong, I was dedicated and committed to each and every one of them, always delivering more than was expected of me. But, I wanted to be in the driver's seat, I wanted to decide what my working day looked like, how much time I gave to it, where I worked, how I worked and why I worked. It was essential to me to be able to follow my own rhythm.


Picture this – me at 30 years of age, sitting in an office cubicle (not even near the window) in a corporate setting on the outskirts of a town in Northern France. I was working in translation as I was always good at languages (and love the perspective they bring). I always worked efficiently – doing everything quickly so I could carve out the time I needed to explore and find a way out!! I was online one day, clinging onto whatever spirit I had left, holding out for Friday and there it was... the chink of light and hope I was searching for 'Be A Free Range Human'.

A lightbulb moment, full of relief and a sense of honesty - isn't is so nice when once in a while, among the noise online something pops out as if it is meant solely for you?