I think it was while I was working late one night, scrutinizing a design proof for a client for the hundredth time under my desk lamp, checking all the seven-digit figures were in the right columns, that I suddenly thought to myself, what the f*ck am I doing here? Realization struck me like the strangled whine of an angry client, I was in the wrong job.
I've spent ten years working in design, advertising and communications. It's been absolutely amazing. And when I say amazing, I mean I could probably fill a blog with the number of experiences - fantastic ones and terrible ones - I've had.
And now it's time to do something else.
I'm a firm believer in doing what you love. Or, if not love, at least enjoy. Or if not enjoy, at least vaguely like. Or at the very least not doing a job that makes you want to hurl in the nearest garbage bin or put your fist through your computer screen the minute you walk in the office. And believe me - I've had jobs like that.
So, I'm taking the plunge.
I'm going back to school to study massage therapy.
For months - no, years, I've been trying to figure out what I could do that would allow me to help people directly, to do something more meaningful than simply help wealthy companies become wealthier.
It feels like jumping off the comfortable, familiar ledge, hoping the rocks below don't kill me.
But I am so, so excited and happy about it. And a bit nervous.
So if the rocks at the bottom kill me, at least I'll die happy.
My first classes are this weekend. Which means I'll spend the entire weekend in a classroom, learning about anatomy, and muscle structure and other things I've never even dreamed of.
I can't wait.