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In , I took a leap of faith. I could have cruised on in my comfortable slippers, and most likely would have. Out of the blue, as things can be, I was approached about a role that seemed to tick a lot of boxes, but came with calculated risk as any new position and company might.
I accepted the risk, put on my trainers and started running. I was prepared to work hard, and try to be an employer pleaser. In only one month of employment, there followed a series of unpredictable and unfortunate events.
I very quickly felt that work had taken over every aspect of me; I did what I could to manage the situation, but after a lot of heartache, and only 2 months in, I resigned. The decision was a frightening one. I was doing a great job, despite the challenges, but the situation challenged my whole being.
It is probably a common story for people. Anytime, any place, anywhere. Maybe this was their mountain and their calling. I got to know some of them relatively well for what was such a short time. I was so proud of her. She was an alcoholic since I could remember. She had to change or it would kill her. It was that simple. And she finally committed and three weeks later, she died. When she passed, she was 10 years older than I am now. With this perspective, if you knew, what would you do and when?
Would you wait or seize the day? At my age, everything is becoming fragile. The resignation came first and for a short while, relief, then wildernessβ¦how would I keep going for the three month notice I had to work, and what next? Chase a career? Pick up my massage business? It was Mark who told me to plan an adventure. COVID or not. There would never be a more perfect opportunity, he said.