I don’t want to see my boyfriend anymore.
Now, before you gasp in horror and wonder what went wrong let me tell you what happened.
I got a new job.
My new position shouldn’t interfere with wanting to see The Man but I’m afraid it does.
Here’s a confession – I’m career obsessed.
When I was younger I dreamed of winning Pulitzer Prizes, traveling the world with just a notepad and pen, becoming a published writer before 30.
While other girls dream of finding their prince, settling into a home and living a fairy tale (which, when you quality consider the Disney films and toys, is no wonder young girls didn’t dream bigger), I paid little – in fact, no thought to it.
My career is my priority. It’s the most important thing to me. I’ve always been unashamedly honest about that – to some peoples horror.
I’m three weeks into a new job and learning a lot. It’s longer hours, more work and not in the centre of London.
Drinks and dinner after work are suddenly becoming a distant memory.
It’s not just The Man who suffers – friends do too.
But I’ve started a new chapter in my life and at the moment I want to be selfish.
I want to take time to get used to the job and the new routine. I want to work late into the night to find stories. I also want a few spare evenings to train for a bloody marathon.
But how can I do all of the above and have a social life? I can’t. Something has to give – and unfortunately it’s The Man.
In a few weeks I’ll have sorted my work/life balance. I’ll feel secure in the work I’m doing and be able to see The Man more than once a week.
But for now I’m being selfish. For now – it’s all about me