I OPENED THE DOOR one Saturday morning and there stood on the doorstep was a policeman.
It was early for a Saturday.
After a long week at my full-time job in the finance department of a hospital 30 minutes away, Saturday morning lie ins were an essential part of my ‘weekend recovery’, so I wasn’t best pleased at being woken by the door.
The annoyance was quickly followed by a lump of fear that settled in my stomach – had something happened? Was someone hurt?
“Veronica Pullen?” he asked me.
“Yes. That’s me”.
“I’ve been sent by the DVLA to collect your driving licence. Can you fetch it now please?”
A recent diagnosis of the eye condition, Retinitis Pigmentosa had triggered a chain of events that lead to this moment.
I would never be allowed to drive again.
As I handed the policeman my licence and closed the door, it dawned on me that come Monday, I was back to leaving the house at 6am and taking two buses each way to my job.
A few weeks later, after I’d graduated from the ‘University of Wallowing’, it occurred to me that ok, I couldn’t get out and about easily, but I could socialise online instead.
So that’s what I did.
I’d go to work all day, then come home in the evening and hang out online, text chatting and making new friends.
I got to know so many people and built some really great friendships.
I’m still connected to a few of those friends.
You know who you are.
Fast forward to 2010.
I’d been declared bankrupt the year previous and out of work for 11 months, until 2 temporary part-time jobs had come along.
Still text socialising after work – Twitter and Facebook now.
One rainy day, an email arrived in my inbox from a businessperson I had heard of through one of my local Twitter friends.
The email was advertising this guy’s new online program.
One line of the email jumped out at me:
“Business owners are paying social media consultants to help them use these new tools to reach their customers.
You can make a very good income when you become a social media consultant!”
I could work from home, getting paid well to do what I am doing for fun?!’
Turns out, he was right.
11 years later, you still can!