15/05/2026
Let me tell you about the time I had to become my own cleaner.
When I lived in the UK, hiring help was a luxury I couldn't justify. So I did it myself. The scrubbing, the hoovering, the bathroom, all of it. And I want to be honest: it took more out of me than I expected. The time, the energy, the mental load of managing it alongside everything else.
When I came back home and had my cleaner again, I didn't take her for granted the same way. I understood, in a way I hadn't before, exactly what she was doing for me. She wasn't just cleaning a flat. She was giving me back my time. She was enabling my productivity. She was, in a very real sense, part of the infrastructure of my work.
May is Workers' Month and I want to use this moment to say something I believe deeply:
Every job is important.
Not just the ones with titles that impress at dinner parties. Not just the ones with offices and LinkedIn profiles and letters after your name. Every job that keeps the world moving, that serves another human being, that is done with honesty and effort, it matters.
Imagine a city without cleaners. Without truck drivers. Without market traders. Without the woman who sells food by the road and feeds the man who will go on to close a deal that afternoon. Without the security guard who stayed awake so you could sleep.
We talk a lot about aspiration, and I believe in it. Aspire, grow, reach for more. But while you are on your way to the next thing, do not be ashamed of where you are standing right now.
There is dignity in every honest work.
The pressure to do something "fancy," something that gets recognition, something that looks good on the surface, it is real. I see it. But a job does not become worthy because people applaud it. It becomes worthy because it is needed, because it is done well, and because the person doing it shows up with pride.
If your work is legal, if it is honest, if it puts food on your table and serves someone else's need, hold your head up. You are not waiting to be dignified. You already are.
This Workers' Month, I am celebrating every person who shows up. The visible ones and the invisible ones. The celebrated and the overlooked.
You matter. Your work matters. Never let anyone convince you otherwise.
Happy Workers' Month. 🧡