“He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.”
So I spoke to my employer about my desire to move on and it’s only a matter of time when it’ll happen. This first step seemed to be the hardest, yet having taken it, another step ahead awaits me. I feel a weight has been lifted and I’m living in the certainty of my choice. The ball is rolling and things are setting in motion.
Next, I’ve to prepare my folio and apply for jobs (something I’ve not done in more than half a decade) in London or Melbourne. I’m not going to lie, this is a scary journey. But if it doesn’t move you, it’s probably not a ride worth getting on, yes?
Am in place where uncertainty pushes me forward, where keeping my eyes ahead is a daily lesson and hope is a bottomless bucket. Here’s to moving forward!