It’s been a while since my last post. Two months, in fact. (Sorry, Andy.)
But I haven’t resting on my laurels, licking my wounds, thinking woe is me. I’ve been taking action, and making decisions, and damn it feels good.
Two months ago, I applied to volunteer at KOTO in Hanoi, Vietnam. Within a week, I had my response. They wanted me. To say it was one of the happiest pieces of news I’d received in a long time is an understatement. I was thrilled, ecstatic, excited. I start there on 1 December, and I’ll be there for at least three months.
I say at least three months, because I can easily stay longer. I don’t have to hurry back, and I didn’t want to.
So I’ve quit my job. And I couldn’t be happier.
(And by quit, I mean I’m being paid out. It’s not a lot of money, but it means I have a safety net until I see what pops up on my horizon.)
I have less than a month left in the public sector, and I’m looking forward to what the next chapter of my life will bring. I have no idea, but I find the uncertainty strangely comforting. I’m in love with the idea of being free.
I know that I don’t want to have a permanent job again, ever. I know that I can make money with my writing and my publishing and my photography. I know that I am skilled and experienced. I know that my tribe is out there.
And I’m going out into the world to find them.