I quit my job.
Seriously. I think it is just hitting me now.
For the past few months I have felt itchy. Sitting at a desk all day is not really that great when you have as much energy as I do. Topped with a small office, which often meant a lot of solitude, I knew that I was ready for a change. Talking to myself really isn’t my thing. Although I was so blessed by the opportunity to work where I did and learnt so much from the beautiful ladies that I worked with, every so often you have to take a step out in faith to find what is right for you. I love hearing stories of people who quit their jobs at 60 years of age after doing the same thing their whole lives, just so they can follow their passion.
For me, I know that my passion is people, creating and travel. Now to follow it.
What an exciting, overwhelming and completing petrifying notion.