I had a job.
It paid me well and I was happy with the amount of money I was getting.
In 2009, I was a young graduate student and a bit of an outsider.
I had always been attracted to social work and wanted to help others but my studies were going to be an adventure.
It was a difficult choice but it was the only one that was close to home and the only job I could get.
My family and friends didn’t believe me, but my parents had always supported me.
After my final year, my parents decided to take a leave of absence to spend more time with their children.
One day, my mum went to visit them.
I was the first one to say hello and my mum introduced me to the young, beautiful and handsome man who had just started teaching at the University of Western Sydney.
He told me about his passion for teaching and that he was looking for a part-time position.
This was a shock.
I was working on my PhD at a prestigious university and my future seemed bright.
When I got a call from him to come to my office, I didn’t know what to expect.
“I’m a teacher,” he said.
Then he asked me to start a conversation.
A few weeks later, I found myself working alongside a wonderful and caring mentor.
We started working on the same project together and we quickly fell in love.
That first month was a huge learning curve.
It was a little nerve-wracking at first but then I realised that it was something I wanted to be a part of and wanted a great support system to help me through it.
The second month, my job started to feel more and more like my dream job.
My mentors helped me find new ways to engage with students, and helped me to take on more responsibility.
At the same time, I started to think about the other side of the coin.
What would I do if I was no longer able to do the job I loved?
When we decided to move to Sydney, I knew it would be hard but I also knew it was right for me.
I loved being able to share my passion with others.
Now I am in my early 30s, I have found the job my dream is and I have had so much fun with it.
I have developed a strong professional network and I can share my knowledge with other like-minded students and professionals.
But my greatest happiness has come from my mentoring clients and colleagues.
For every hour I spend helping them, I am spending a few moments helping myself.
There is something about the opportunity to share ideas and advice that makes a difference to someone’s life.
Every day I think about how many people I can help, and I look forward to the day when I no longer need to work.