Sometimes I feel like I’m a little bit behind everything, like I’m chasing but never quite catching up.

I often feel that at work recently. Never so badly behind that it’s a problem, but just enough that I’m not 100% comfortable. It’s no bad thing, because it keeps you on your toes, and my performance is driven by a degree of pressure, but it doesn’t make it feel any less like I’m hurrying to catch up.

Two steps behind is the story of my life, in a way. Between my short legs and my issues with friend-making I’m always a bit further back from the pack. Add to that the fact that suddenly everyone I know seems to be rushing into their adult lives, and you can probably gather where this is coming from. I don’t feel like I’m not moving forward, it’s just that my pace seems so different from those around me.

Thankfully two steps back is also a really good vantage point. I spend every day staring at people heels and learning what I can do better. It’s not always about leading, and I’m happy to be OK with that. There’s nothing wrong with being two steps back, not really.