Day 6 of my sinus infection…please send chicken soup and trashy magazines to:
Mucus Blob Girl
The Tundra aka. Canada
When I went to see my doctor to get antibiotics, I mentioned that I had dropped by my work to “show face” aka. stop the squawking cubicle hens from spreading rumours about me playing hookey.
“Corporate environments…they’re so twisted, man,” she remarked shaking her head. I looked over her shoulder at my file. Under occupation, the word banker loomed back at me.
I filled my lungs with air and exhaled in one long breath: “I’m quitting my job, moving cities and starting my own photography business.”
She spun around on her chair. “That’s wonderful! I didn’t want to say anything, but I never took you for the corporate type.” I smiled for the first time that day.
And then, spinning back around to the screen, with a quick click of her fingers, she erased
banker and replaced it with photographer.
“There. It’s official and on your file. Now you have to do it.” She smiled and walked out of the room.
The more I vocalize my plans for the future, the more courage I build. Something that was once a shapeless dream is now a startlingly concrete plan. I know that with enough tenacity and persistence, I can create a career that I love.
Have you ever made any big career shifts in your life? Any advice?
Current status: wrapped up in my make-shift cocoon / excited for my line-a-day journal / trying not to check work emails