That’s what I’m going to be putting in my CV after my last day in my current day job. That’ll be in roundabout three months from now.
The dice have fallen.
I didn’t get the job I applied for and I have absolutely no regrets. I had to try. I wasn’t the perfect match for the role, a good one, but perhaps not right, not yet. And my ex-boss actually also had my big trip in mind when deciding on who to give the job to, even though I said I’d cancel it, but perhaps it’s the better choice for me at this point in time.
In other words: I get to follow my heart. I am, in fact, encouraged to do so.
I’m relieved. I’m excited. And happy. It’s the right thing for me. All is well, I can book my RTW ticket and maybe have a little more pressure to be that writer and figure out how to become good enough to be published successfully.
I get to do what I’ve been planning to do for almost a year now. It’s been a long time coming. But somehow, with that last-minute opportunity coming my way and the dice falling the way they have, I’m even more certain now that I’m doing what’s best for me.
Onwards and upwards, as the cliché goes.
And all is well.
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