about a job
I have few regrets over choosing the lifestyle change that I did. I am pleased with where my life has taken me. What I can say, is that I regret leaving the way I did. I like to think that it was as sudden and fierce as it felt, but looking back now I can admit it was a gradual build up that I should have been more attentive to. It’s not to say that I wouldn’t do most of it over again, but I like to think I would have given more notice to my superiors. People often ask me why I left. I give different answers, but none of them are lies. There are lots of things that lead to big decisions. Some of them I will share with you here, over time. Some of them I won’t. Some of them even I don’t yet know. The best way I can describe all of it to (perhaps appropriately, given my locale) use the ocean, starting from the first day of work: In the beginning, I stayed way back on shore. The water was threatening. I didn’t know what was in there. I was afraid that I didn’t belong there