Risk vs Time

I have a strong dislike for time. Its a constant reminder that my time is limited and forces me to question everything I do. I have struggled to make choices in the past, in the end I rarley make up my mind and end up going with the flow.

Well. No. More.

As of March this year I resigned from a secure job which I had been at for eight years. This was my first “real job” from leaving college. I hate risk and in my small world this was huge. I fought with this decision for months, going back and forth and having it running around my brain. I am lucky and have a very supportive girlfriend and family who helped me come to the realisation that if anything was going to change in my life I have to be the driving force.

The last eight months have been a complete rollercoaster. The first company I joined went into administration within three months. Fuck. I was left feeling terrible. Regretting more than ever that I should not have taken the risk of leaving a secure, reliable job.

Fortunatley I have found more work and have since resigned and am now joining a startup in London. (Just to add some context I would refuse to even travel to London due to my own social anxiety and a bunch of other stuff). Looking back over the last year I can not beleive how far I have come. It may not sound like a lot to anyone, but to me this year has been one crazy ride.

The most important lesson I can take away from 2015 is take a fucking leap of faith on yourself.