Over the last few years I've focused mainly on poetry and only writing when something huge is happening in my life and now... I feel blank for the first time.
It's not that there's nothing going on. It's me and if you know me, there is always something going on.
I should start this renewed blogging attempt by mentioning that I finished up in my job last week. I worked there for nearly 8 years. I made so many friends, I learned a lot. At this point in time, there is no need to go over the negatives. There were a LOT of negatives but I guess it turns out I'm pretty resilient and therefore just got on with things. Anyway, I'd rather look back with rose-tinted glasses than feel a frustration that I can do nothing about.
When I knew my time in the company was coming to an end, I decided to take some time off to chase dreams for a little while. That sounds silly I'm sure but if there is one thing I don't want to regret when I'm on my deathbed, it's that I didn't even try.
I listened to all of the rational and realistic advice and so my back-up plan became my life. I didn't even try to chase the dreams of theatre and words but they were always there, at the back of my head. Calling me. Making the corporate world all the more difficult for me to fit into.
Hey, I'm not saying that I will succeed in giving this life a go but at least I will have tried.
I've given myself a deadline to see how far I get and what I manage to accomplish and then I'll re-calibrate and go from there.
It's terrifying. It's exciting. I feel alive.
My first step is to give this blogging lark a go again.
Step one taken-ish...
This was a non post but it is a post nonetheless...
*ahem*
Good for you. 🥰
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