When I was 21 I sat with my grandmother one grey winter’s day and we were discussing my past and my career plans for the future. I had been successfully working various jobs since I was 14; receptionist in a real estate agency on the weekends, retail assistant in a ‘cool’ jeans store at the mall, waitress in a pumping sports bar at the habourside, and even a tele-survey chick where I would ring people at around dinner time and hassle them to meet my quota. As well as a number

I have been known to say, “No amount of money is worth my happiness” and often I have heard this maxim playing in my mind when looking at a project, job or situation that is not in alignment with what I believe in or want to create in the world. I have sometimes wondered if it is selfish or arrogant to think I will only participate in things that make me happy or are somehow are an expression of my true purpose. Although more than anything, my maxim is about me not selling ou