I’d lined up my ducks, ready to crack ’em down. Over the last two weeks i’ve quit my job, defined what I want to do to ‘Live my dream’, made a plan, signed it in blood – never to look back again. I’d done it! I’d defined a path that made everything a-ok.
But I woke up on Monday (Day 1 of the rest of my beautiful life) and everything felt putrid, disgusting, festering.
I wasn’t sick. But I felt heavy. A headache had developed and a tiny little miner was bashing the back of my skull on the back to the left. I suddenly thought my plan was dumb and i’d made a mistake. I didn’t want to make my bed. And I wanted chocolate…mountains of chocolate. A conveyer belt of chocolate that couldn’t go fast enough.
“Darrel! Crank up the conveyer belt to 10 – the beast says we aren’t keeping up with demand”.
When I looked in the mirror – the enthusiastic face of yesterday was having a terrible hair day.
I decided that I needed some love and support. I took the day off ‘driving forward the plan’ and sat down and chilled out. I watched lots of fresh prince of Belair, ate lots of Whittakers Jelly Tip chocolate (thank you to Mr Mikey D) and even had a little cry.
The thing is…there was nothing wrong! Nothing bad had happened, it wasn’t ‘that time of the month’, I wasn’t sick and things were looking peachy. I’m pretty sure that I am just a bit scared of the big change i’m about to make in my life. New plan, new job, new study, new business, newly single. My body/mind was having a little tantrum.
Monday was a f**ed day.
Now it’s Wednesday, my tantrum is over. And I can move on with kicking the ass out of my life. Tomorrow I go for my interview for the 3d animation course i’m about to embark on. I will post separately about the ‘Course’ i’ve created.