Sitting in a staff meeting, crying. Hit me I was leaving this place. Wouldn’t be part of this envorinment or see thsese people for a year.
Started when a freind told me I should leave.
LIke college. Soccer team was great, just didn’t fit. Joined rugby, worked great.
My fault? Yes. But sometimes you’ve just got to find your grove. For a while Boulder was it. Now? Not so much.
Not going anywehere. Not about exploring cultures and blah blah blah. Really I just needed to go. Hoist anchor, set sail, and see wtf happens.
Scared? Nervious? Fuck right! What if business slows and I run out of money? What about the fact I won’t get to see my family for a year? Or that I have no idea what I’ll do when this is over?
But this is a once in a lifetime opprotunity. Let’s dance.