I have been doing lots of things in the last six months since I moved back in Brighton.
I decided to become a counsellor and started my studies. I decided to learn design properly and have been building a portfolio with design work in mental health. I have been working enough (in marketing) to make money. I have stepped up my parenting. I have made friends (both dad and non-dad friends) and hang out with old friends. I have exercised (not much), meditated, read counselling books, design manuals, novels and memoirs. I have watched precisely 0 minutes of films or television and my Spotify usage is amongst 0.5% of users. I have visited trees, sought the sun and celebrated the moon.
I am happy with what I have achieved and how I have spent my time. I am happy acquiring skills, being creative and having a newfound sense of purpose.
I have done a lot of thinking too. That’s how I decided to become a counsellor now.
And after 6 months of trying to read marketing job specs, I realised it’s finally time to call it quits. Because I don’t care. Because I wasn’t successful in my previous roles. Because I’ve realised I was climbing someone else’s success stairs. Because I care about other things now.
Tomorrow I start a volunteering position with CGL in the Psychology team at Brighton. I am hoping this can become a full time-ish position in the new year doing social work in recovery.
I don’t know why it took 6 months to realise this, but it doesn’t matter.
Teachers appear when we’re listening, decisions happen when we’re ready.
