Posted on October 26, 2014


A powerful word.

When we go out for a meal, as coeliacs, we place enormous trust in chefs and waiters. Is that bread really gluten free? Has the side dollop of coleslaw with the salad been cross contaminated? Did they use a clean knife to cut open the jacket spud?

If that trust is broken, cue vomiting, cramps and diarrhoea, for me and my daughter.

That passes though in time.

What about trusting colleagues, your boss, your friends?

Like a restaurant featuring the crossed grain symbol, you expect to go to a safe workplace. I’ve been lucky in my career in that most places I’ve been employed in have been safe.

Last week, though, I realised, belatedly perhaps, that the only way to be fulfilled and feel safe is to be your own boss. I see it as like making a meal in your own home, as opposed to risking eating out.

I left my job last Friday, of my own accord, despite enjoying it, as the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow seemed to be missing. I decided, after a weekend reflecting, to determine my own future. I’m now setting up my own business and have enlisted friends I can trust to help me make it a success. I trust the web designer, the photographer, my business partner.

My business is going to be built on trust.

People will be able to trust me, like a gluten free meal in a restaurant – with no side effects.



No Replies to "Trust"

    Got something to say?

    Some html is OK