So yesterday I quit. I handed in my resignation letter to my lovely boss (yes there are some nice bankers) and gave up my nice, relatively secure, job working for a well known investment bank. I plan to move to Mexico (at least to start with) at the end of August to try to have the kind of life I want rather than the one I think I "should" have. Doing things I feel passionate about rather than things I feel I ought to. This is blog is (hopefully) going to be my account of the journey, and I thought I should probably start now as it will be no fun at all if I start once I am there and can't inflict the anxiety/ second thoughts/ doubts prior to leaving on anyone else....
This move isn't quite as random as it sounds. It is on the back of three pretty horrific years at a personal level and at the risk of sounding a bit "Eats, Prays, Loves" I realise right now I have to choose me. Actually, there doesn't feel like there is much choice in what I am about to do, but then again (and I am repeating this to myself like a mantra) when we feel we have no choice and our backs are to the wall is often when we make the best decisions. Here is to hoping.
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