Through a lucky set of circumstances I found myself, last October, without a job and with a lump sum in cash that would support me for up to a year, if I was carefuI. Decision time – leap back into the job market immediately? Or give myself six months to do everything I had wistfully put aside as dreams that could never be realised – a ‘no regrets’ sabbatical?
Out came the dreams. Too late for some, that was inevitable. Some were totally unrealistic, and a few turned out to be less fun in reality than they were in potential. Seven months down the line, I’ve picked up four new clients and a blogging contract, published two books, half-written the third, and taken in a dog which is ruling me with a paw of iron. I now know that I will never be a stand-up comedian and that I don’t after all want to do desktop publishing. It doesn’t seem much to show for six months where never a day has passed when I haven’t learned at least two new things.
Should I have done it – of course not. Would I advise anyone to give up their day job – of course not. Any regrets? Of course not!