
No more 15 hour days. No more commuting crap. It stops tomorrow.

I have no other job lined up. I have financial debts and committments the size of most small African countries but I don’t care. I’m ever the optimist. Something will turn up.

The important thing is I’m going to be happy.

I’ve been told by various parties that I’m either being incredibly stupid or incredibly brave? Time will tell.

But I just refuse to line some other money grabbing bastards pocket whilst I continue on this treadmill and drive myself into an early grave. I just refuse to accept that this is my working life for the next 22 years.

Personal circumstances have meant my life has seen a sea change in the past few months and now I understand there is a life out there. That’s what I’m going to find. And I really can’t wait.

I propose to sleep for a week. Then I’m gonna take control of my life for the first time in my life.

It’s gonna be fab.
