It happened, eventually. Today I left work to step into a period of great uncertainty.
I have taken redundancy, with no safety net, and it feels absolutely the right decision.
We are planning to spend some time converting some space in our house to be used a public space- a guest house, a retreat venue and a place where people can come to learn crafts and art. We have hopes and dreams but there is no certainty that this will work out.
Sorry to bleat on about this, it is not as if thousands of others are not having to try to reinvent life in the wake of redundancy or worse. But it does feel like a big deal- the turning of a life-page. And we only have a limited number of those.
As ever I was playing with words, as a means of processing some of what is going on in my head;
In the end it came quietly
No clatter of broken chains
No fanfare for the passing
Just another moment slipping by
But most unusually this one
Was not missed
But squarely met
And in the years to come
Who can say what now will look like from then?
Whether today will be the pivot on which this
Or whether it is yet to turn again.