It’s funny. I’ve been at work for five years and throughout most of that time I’ve wished I was doing something else. Something I enjoyed. Seeing the world. Relaxing in a bar by the beach without a care in the world. Having a job that I found fun and rewarding.
Now that I’ve finally handed in my notice (admittedly for a one year break, but there’s no guarantee I’ll get a job back at the end) with the intention of doing the above I can’t help but feel very, very worried that I’m throwing everything away.
I have a horrible feeling that I’ve become rather complacent and that I’ll suddenly wake up in the middle of Sydney thinking “Oh GOD, what have I done??!?”.
I’ll potentially have thrown away a good job, spent my savings for a house on travelling… basically gone right back to how I was when I left Uni back in 2001. Only 5 years older – and not as thin.
I guess these feelings are to be expected, though. It’s a very big step to take, particuarly for someone who’s not exactly been known for making giant leaps in most of his life.
But, hey, I feel that I’ve got to for the reasons at the start of this entry.
I think this’ll really help me get some more confidence, a more positive view on life and, if nothing else, give me the perspective I need to have more of an understanding what the hell it is I want from this life.
Everyone tells me I’m going to have an unbelievably ace time.
In my gut I know they’re right, but I’m a pescimist and still quite scared of taking risks. Ironically, that’s one of the key forces driving me to doing this. :-)
Anyway, enough rambling (for now at least)… back to planning…
Toodles,
Pat