Today I did something I have only ever done three times in my life. Some people can go their whole life and not need to do it once.
What was this scary thing?
I handed in my notice at work.
For those not keeping up, I was recently told I was being made redundant. Over the past couple of weeks, there has been talk that this might no longer be the case.
With a family, it’s difficult to have to deal with such uncertainty.
For that reason, the opportunity of gaining valuable experience and a couple extra shillings, I made the decision to leave the comfort of my current job and experience a new job at a new company with new people and new challenges…..I think I’m breaking into a sweat.
I’ve have worked where I work now, for 14 years (minus a year I was sub-contracted to the same company). The thought of having a new job scares me. Simply typing and sending my resignation letter took me an hour and that’s after thinking about it most of the night.
I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m optimistic…..did I mention scared?
What if I don’t like my new job?
What if I don’t get along with my new colleagues?
What if I get stuck in traffic on my first day and they sack me on the spot?
What if!…what if!!…..what if!!!
For a guy who’s been married 9 years and has two kids, I don’t deal with commitment and change well. This is a big change. Now I have to be a big boy (and new boy) and deal with it.
Tell me it will be OK.
Offer me a hug?
As always, thanks for reading.