I thought that if I let it be, the words would just flow, that writing would just 'happen'. But I was wrong. Writing takes time, dedicated time and effort for it to be truly worthwhile and worth reading.

It's been a busy period for BK and I, having moved houses a few months ago, both moved on to new jobs and trying to build a life together with some sort of plan. Sometimes it seems as though everybody around me has a plan that is far ahead of mine. Friends of mine that are newly married have already moved into flashy houses and apartments with a car each, holidays booked a year in advance, thriving careers and enough letters after their names to be envied. We on the other hand, are starting out in our careers, renting a small place way on the outskirts of London, just starting to think about further study and future plans. I don't know if there is a right way to live a life. I have always just tried to take things a day at a time and to do what feels right in every situation rather than what everyone around me seems to do simply because that's what's done. Which is probably why I studied English as a first degree before going on to study Economics and then Finance. Which is probably why BK studied Classics and Sanskrit before going on to study Law. Our lives have been dictated by what we've known we were good at, would love keep doing and would equip us with the best tools to serve society.

One of my favourite quotes is 'Make your passion your profession'. In all my people watching over the years I have seen my friends crumble in trying to make careers for themselves with money as the object. The money comes, no doubt about it, but the joy of work fizzles out and after some time, the feeling of being a meaningless cog in a wheel takes over until it becomes unbearable. Eventually, and it's happened four times now, I'll get a phonecall out of the blue, asking for career advice or being told that so and so is now enrolling to be an art teacher and has left a top firm to take up gardening or something polar opposite to what they insisted they had to do.

I know I could be earning twice as much as I am right now if I worked in consulting or a big firm, but I am terrified of losing the small joys that accompany my little job. There is something about working for people that is such a joyful experience. Everyday is different. Everyday I get to do things that others just don't understand. I attend poetry groups, art classes, I run IT classes, I provide informal therapy and organise group activities. I try to help those demotivated by life to try and reignite the spark of existence that once burned freely and willingly within them. And I do it well.

And while I'm tempted at times by the laptops and fancy phones, the client lunches and flights that accompanied my previous corporate life, I have to do a double take and recognise that what I did then - reconcile spreadsheets and figures, balance budgets and create databases, has nothing on the kinds of things I am learning now.

So maybe it will take a few years for us both to catch up on the house and the cars and the high life that we seem so far behind from, but at least we love what we do and who we are...and eachother.