Two months ago I handed in my notice at a job I've enjoyed more than any other. I didn't decide to leave because I was tired with the work, or fed up with my co-workers, nor was it due to the workload or pressure of the role. I left because it was very comfortable, and very enjoyable, but it was a role a sequence of events had led me to; not one I had conciously directed my path towards. I had found myself with a very succesful career, but without ever having made a concious decision to achieve it.
An opportunity was available, my girlfriend was in Africa and it's been a long time since I've gone travelling. So I jumped, I gave work plenty of notice and buried myself in finishing as much of the project as possible. I started researching trips in Africa, on possible routes and places to visit.
The two months flew by, and I got less planning done than I probably should have. But I'd decided I wanted an adventure and too much planning kills an adventure before it starts.
It's been nearly two weeks since I left for Malawi. So far I've photographed the residents of two rural Malawian Village for a well known global development organisation, seen an amazing performance of the Gule Wamkulu, eaten some great steak, hiked up (part of) a mountian, had more than a few Gin and Tonics and spent time with my wonderful Girlfriend for the first time since Christmas.
- Jump. Comfort is over-rated.