I’ve made some big decisions already this year. Big, scary, poo your pants type decisions. Last November I moved house. In January this year I decided that the time had come to move on from my co-owned business. I’ve worked tirelessly to build the business. Some days I would spend sixteen hours working and learning and writing. Deciding to move on was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made. Making a decision to cut off your entire income is not for the feint hearted, especially when you’ve just bought a bigger more expensive house. Whether I’ve made the right decision or not remains to be seen. If nothing else I’ve had the courage of my convictions and done what I felt was right. And that’s the best you can do, right?
In exactly one month I’ll turn 30 and I have this almost superstitious belief that I have to start this year as I mean to go on . I’ve made decisions that I wouldn’t have had the courage to make before, decisions that I’m making not just for myself but for my family too. As Erin grows up the need for me to be true to myself grows in importance. I’m aware of her watching me, picking up on the things I do. If I want her to be confident enough to put her own happiness and wellbeing first then I need to be setting the example now.
I have no regrets, everything I’ve done has been enjoyable and rewarding. I’ve learned more in the last two years than I learned in any job. I’ll take my experience with me and hopefully find new and exciting challenges. As my mum pointed out last week it’s only by closing doors that new doors can open.
It’s time to start looking forward to new adventures, with no regrets.