Around nine months ago when I left previous job, I wanted my future self to give me assurance that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to know that I wouldn’t be living off baked beans and bread (mind you, I did then and really still do to some degree).
I’m now in a position where, if I had that time machine, or even a kitted up DeLorean, I could go back and say that everything is going to be okay. Not just okay, but really great. I didn’t know that I’d have some really cool opportunities come up, nor that I’d be this stupidly busy.
Amongst Spelling Bee opening Friday week, I’m trying to look for an apartment in Sydney, doing my usual long, train filled days, I’m also being shipped around a bit for work. Next week I’ll be in Brisbane for a couple of days, the more consistently once the show opens. In a month’s time I’ll be in London and there is talk of Singapore after that. Thankfully my passport application is now being processed!
I’m very excited to be this busy (and occassionally outrageously stressed), and I’m looking forward to fewer committments after I leave the theatre committee and finish this show so I can fully enjoy the travel opportunities I’m being given.
Now, if the me that is 9 months ahead wants to let me know if I’ll have any hair left by then, I’d appreciate it.
from my Apple iPhone
Aside from the joke about hair loss which I thought was in extremely poor taste :) a lovely post. Glad that it’s all coming together for you, even if real estate agents are bastards.