So, a year ago yesterday, I arrived back in Melbourne, with no job, no secure future, and really no idea of what I was going to do with my life.
The only thing I was sure of, a year ago, was that it was the right move for me. In fact, I wasn't at all scared or uncertain. It just felt like the natural thing to do. Follow my instincts, without a real sense of forward-planning.
Over the last five years of career-planning, and careful thinking about what was best for my professional development, this was the best thing I'd done.
But now, a year later, I'm in a different place. I've actually managed to work out exactly what I want to do with my life for the foreseeable future. It's a really satisfying feeling, to just know what I want to do, what I really love, and what fulfils me as a person.
And it scares the crap out of me.
It's a bit like being locked in a room with everything you could possibly want, and being told that you can leave the room, but you can never come back again.
And the problem with such certainty is the possibility that I might be wrong.
