I'm at my fourth last working day in the corporate world. It all feels a bit surreal. Last week I had a major wobble.
Announcements of severe Arts Council funding cuts set me off. Was my new life in the arts about to be curtailed before I'd even started?
Was I completely mad to be giving up my job in such difficult times? Did I actually have anything I could call a plan? Could I really take my own advice and follow my heart?
Was I wilfully in denial? Would my worst fears be realised and would I be eating cat food in my old age?
I managed to calm down, but it was useful to acknowledge and feel these fears. I'd been doing a very good job of pushing them aside.
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