When it comes to my career path, I am a self-proclaimed queen of reinvention. In my meandering working life, I have morphed several times: teaching French and English, working in advertising, design and fundraising, training as a nutritionist, and writing freelance.
As women, we are biologically evolved for change – adapting our bodies and ourselves as we go through life. Last year, when I hit 57, I sensed I was ripe for a change. A certain restlessness and dissatisfaction had set in; I felt demotivated and had started to lose confidence in my abilities. After much deliberation and anxiety, I signed on the dotted line for a three-year course in nutritional therapy. I offered myself words of encouragement: ‘If it doesn’t work
