I’ve felt stuck in a rut for a while now.
I know I need to do more to inspire me creatively. I want to be working on things that make a difference to people. I want to be talking to people about the things I am interested in.
I want to be hanging out with people who want life to go somewhere and do something. Who aren’t hung up on playing it safe, or working long hours in a job they don’t like. I need to be around people who are discontent with living in a box and then do something about it, instead of just complaining over a few drinks.
I also know I’ve been living in the same spot for too long, and it’s full of a lot of difficult personal memories that I need to move on from.
So, I’ve decided I need to move away. Properly away. I would love to go to France, but my GCSE French is not hot enough to get me by, and the economy there is in an even worse state than here. So I’m thinking London, and I’ve started applying for jobs there. It’s crazy scary, as I have no idea how to go about moving and finding a decent place to live and things, but I know I need to find a way out of this place that my head is in. And I’ve always found it best to throw myself in at the deep end and hope I float.
Wish me luck!
(Flickr photo credit: Ted and Jen)