Thursday, January 3, 2013
Outgrowing Our Pots
This is Jim. He is a plant and belong to David's son, Tom, and currently lives on our windowsill in the living room. Jim is a nice plant but he has one crucial problem, he's outgrowing his pot.
Yesterday, I quit my job. My Job, that makes it sound so important. Let me start over: Yesterday, I quit freelancing. Like Jim, I found that I'd outgrown my pot. My legs needed room to move, my arms to stretch, my mind to grow. I've been craving a more routine schedule and the ability to work as part of a team- alongside people I can share ideas with and an occasional laugh, too. It's important that I leave my flat, establish myself here and focus on filling a new pot, in a new space, on a new windowsill.
Obviously, I'm terrified. But I'm so so so excited. I'm keeping my mind open as I enter this next phase in that I don't care what I do so long as I work with inspiring, creative people, am intellectually challenged, and am given the chance to flex my creative muscles and grow. I want to meet new people, work hard, and turn out quality work. I want to get my hands dirty and sharpen my skill-set. I want to learn things and I want to share the knowledge I have, too. I want to make this world a more beautiful place, someway, somehow. Like I said, I'm excited!
So, dear reader, onward and upward- let's see what Tunbridge Wells has to offer. Wish me luck!