It's the people who claim they are “starters not finishers”, who have never found their “thing” or who cite laziness or a Faustian pact with the mortgage company as the reason their life is bound to one of colourless sleep walking. You know deep down it doesn't have to be like that - but what then?
It is a fundamental human need to feel like you have purpose and connection with your existence. For there to be meaning to your life you have to feel that you are doing something that deep down resonates with you even if it is vacuuming up pooch hairs from an oligarch's pouffe or being Donald Trump's hairdresser.
I have been there too with some of the most dismal jobs that someone who must have been the Devil's emissary posing as an HR professional bestowed upon me. I have spent hours straightening paper clips and sniffing Tippex for kicks and dreaming that someone somewhere was living the life I should have had. 'Please rescue me' was my daily mantra.
Mindlessly drifting, making do, making the most, taking the money and running, living for the weekend, numbing out via Sauvignon Blanc and “oh blow it” lunch time “treat” shopping are just some of the coping tactics.
Despite being a self taught journalist who had interviewed the great and good from Paloma Picasso to Terence Stamp and sent on assignments from New York to Moscow I still felt like an imposter.
It was via a combination of soul searching and luck that coaching found me and I came home to my vocation that felt like a vacation. I have never looked back.