Well, I’m still not a glazier but that’s okay for now. I only settled on my dream career about a month ago and I know that these things take time. I told my elderly mother that I am on my way to change careers and she was supportive. She said all these things that belittled the toy shop and myself, which was the kind of stuff that would put me really down in the dumps when I was still trying to make the toy shop work for me. But her words now inspire me to keep trying to follow my dreams, and that’s what I’m going to do.
My mother also said something else, something that blew my mind. She said that her grandfather (my great-grandfather) was also friends with a glazier in the Melbourne CBD, and that the generations of men before me worked closely with glaziers. I couldn’t believe it. My passion for glass and working with glass comes from the men in my family. I can’t believe my mother never told me. Maybe I would have realised that I wanted to be a glazier twenty years ago when I was trying to decide on a career. It would’ve saved me years of disappointment and dissatisfaction with my life, which I don’t know what you think about that, but it sounds pretty good to me.
Apparently, my ancestors are renowned for their glass balustrade expertise. She told me that our family is famous in the glazier-world, and that if I tell people my last name, it’s likely that they’d know who I am. I guess I’m going to start adding my last name to my resume. I know that’s what the majority of people do anyway, but I like to keep my last name private in case they decide not to take me on. That way I don’t have to be embarrassed.
Looks like I’ll be getting my dream job in no time.