Well yesterday I discussed all my dates and so on with my Boss and today I informed HR about my proposed end dates. And filled in all my enrolment paperwork. So … it’s happening. I am actually quitting my day job to work full time this year, come April, on all things publishing.
If I don’t think too hard about it, it’s not too scary. I got an interview for the job I was applying for 5 minutes before I went on leave to get married but I withdrew from the process this morning. It feels really weird – naked and scary – to be out here on the ledge without a back up plan. But at the same time, back up plans kinda give you permission to fail. No back up plan means you have to succeed. You have to scramble and hustle and figure it out cause there’s no going backwards on it. No safety net. And oddly, I’m finding that empowering. I think because it’s the first time I’m betting on myself. I don’t actually do that very often. I’ve always taken the safe road before. Time will tell what’s after the bend in this road but I’m energised and pumped to find out. But I’m so sad to be leaving awesome work people. Again.
Mirrored from Champagne and Socks.