Back when I was sixteen, I had a moment when I discovered that I wanted to write for a living. Skip to university, where I ended up studying English literature and creative writing.

So, picture this: I’m at that point in my life where my career is about to start and my mum decides to ask me the classic “What do you want to do after graduation?” question. I quickly replied with, “I’m going to become a fashion writer.” And her response was, “no, I mean what’s the realistic plan?” *

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t suck at the time, however, if there is one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m pretty determined.

Three years later a lot had changed. I was working for a designer fashion retailer as their Head of Copy, I’d created an internationally distributed magazine and achieved my dream of being invited to London Fashion Week.

You may be picking up a theme here… I’m somewhat bullheaded.

Like when I flew back from Mexico, rather than going home to unpack, I hopped on a train and went straight to London for Fashion Week.

Or when I got the keys to our house and immediately organised a military operation to get every room painted before sunset.

Or staying up all night to lay laminate flooring down in my living room – I just can’t stop myself.

Or getting made redundant and rather than getting another job, I went solo.

All of this comes back to that personal trait that fuels both my work and life. It means that I have an unwavering commitment to achieving my client’s goals, overcoming challenges and ensuring our joint success every time.

Once I have a plan, I won’t let much get in the way of it and that’s how I know something is worth pursuing.

*Please note: no mother/daughter relations were harmed in this story.