Today’s the day I put in two weeks’ notice. Ye olde daye jobe will soon be defunct, and I will be working for the worst boss of all: meownself.
People at work keep asking me if I’m sure. As if trading stability for risk is ever something you can be sure of.
I’m sure I can’t play it safe anymore.
I’m sure I want to step off that mountain, even though there’s no way of knowing if I’ll fall or fly.
I’m sure there’s a lot I want to do that I haven’t got time for now: so many books to write, and fun things to design, and adventures to go on.
I’m sure I’ve got the world’s best cheering section (that would be you, my darlings!).
And I’m sure the time is now. Because if not now, it’ll be never.
So I’m all in.
Wish me luck.