When I first moved to London, I did a bit of everything. I started out packing boxes in a warehouse, interned at the Spanish Embassy and worked as a waitress in Notting Hill. The embassy looked impressive from the outside – very serious, very formal – but the atmosphere felt stiff, and I never quite fit in.

Later, I moved into an office job. I had a higher salary, wore smart clothes and looked like I had everything together. But deep down, I wasn’t happy. In fact, I was probably the unhappiest I’ve ever been in London.

What made me feel more like me was the job I had before, wearing jeans and Converse, serving burgers and laughing with customers. I felt free, light and oddly fulfilled. That’s when I realised: just because your payslip gets bigger and your title sounds fancier, doesn’t mean you’re going to feel better.

So here’s what I always tell people. Don’t give up, but don’t lose yourself either. Your version of success doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s.