The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The waiting is killing me.
I had a job interview yesterday and came to realise, it was one of the few times I was really nervous and that it meant alot to me whether or not I was successsful.
Being overqualified for things, you get used to people seeing your education, know you probably won’t be there long but that they’re getting a bargain.
Now I’m playing with people who have at least as much education as me and in the right background and now it’s getting scary. There’s a lot of things I still don’t know.
2 years ago, I left my job as a journalist to discover what it was I really wanted to be in life.
Pay cut aside, it’s the best decision I ever made.
I’m about to go back to my previous income (which is important since my wife is not confident with full time work right now) but in a job that I love, that fulfills me and makes me feel like I’m doing something important with my life by helping others.
Back to waiting…impatiently.