If you’d said to me six weeks ago that I’d have lost my dream job and yet still be happy, I’d have laughed at you. And yet here we are. If anything, I’m happier than I was before. Yes, there’s the tiny issue of not actually earning anything, but what I’m doing with Time for Beds feels important in a way that selling chocolate truffles never did. I know it sounds corny, but making a difference to something that matters is just more fulfilling than selling things to people who don’t know they want them.
