This could be crazy

I’m getting a little scared. In less than 2 weeks I’m resigning from my job. ‘Retiring’, some would call it, but in truth I’m about to begin my life’s work. Some of my friends don’t understand – they think I’ll have time for leisurely lunches and stuff like that. But I won’t, and I think some of them will be offended. I’ll be even busier than usual, but I’ll be working on my own projects instead of projects for other people.

All my life I’ve had jobs I ‘don’t mind’ but never one I loved. It’s time to change that.

The thing is, I’m all too aware that this is, at best, the last third of my life. I’m one of those people who get most creative at the 11th hour. Well, I’m pretty damn close to the 11th hour, so I hope I perform true to form.

I wouldn’t feel so scared if I had more financial security, but I have only enough to last about a year and a half if my new venture doesn’t work out.

And that’s where the ‘crazy’ bit comes in. As you all know, I’m setting off on a world trip (providing the passport comes through in time), which will eat up a sizeable chunk of the moderate payout I’ll receive when I resign. Some would say I should keep the money to live on … but really, the cost of the trip would only keep me alive for another 6 months.

Ever since I returned to Australia from Europe 35 years ago, I’ve been wanting to return. If I die without doing it I’ll be so disappointed in myself.

So I’m going, crazy or not. I have a feeling the things I learn and discover along the way will be well worth the price.