It sat on an unbalanced scale, teetering like cargo atop the open ocean's unfathomable waves buoyed by self-confidence but flooding with doubt. The winds battered, a demon on the shoulder, hoping to sway the decision, whispering words like security and status quo, while riding on numbers 9 and 5. The wind buffeted against a remarkable calm, a bay protected from harsh insecurities, a breath that held you in cupped hands and gave you space to grow. A laugh that drew you into the joke and spoke lessons in the errors. It kept you warm like the whistling kettle in a friends house or an unexpected Christmas card in your letterbox. Most of all, it gifted a map without motive, unmarked and crisp, to venture…

If it's not clear (whoops, that would be on me), I was focusing on the conflict of choosing between different career paths and how it can feel at: 1, your most vulnerable and 2, the comfort of doing what you actually want to do.

I don't think forever holiday's with some lottery-style wins to get bills paid is an actual career path so, I should at least do something I enjoy!