The wrong decision.
It's taken me a month to write this post. Not because
I'm a particularly slow typist nor because I couldn't
be bothered but because I've been very busy recently
making some wrong decisions.
Firstly, I have quit a very lucrative contract with an Investment Bank to concentrate on my freelance work and mac software development.
Secondly, I've sold my house and it looks increasingly like (almost certain, in fact) that we're going to move to France.
Wrong decisions are fantastics ones to make.
I know they're wrong decisions because when I tell people about them they look at me with a furrowed brow and they nod slowly and ask questions like - 'will you get a pension there?' and 'what if you can't find enough work?'
To which I reply, 'I honestly have no idea.' and 'I'll just have to make sure I do.'
There's really only one way to find out if this is really a wrong decision or not and I'd rather have a go than live with the regret of not knowing.
Firstly, I have quit a very lucrative contract with an Investment Bank to concentrate on my freelance work and mac software development.
Secondly, I've sold my house and it looks increasingly like (almost certain, in fact) that we're going to move to France.
Wrong decisions are fantastics ones to make.
I know they're wrong decisions because when I tell people about them they look at me with a furrowed brow and they nod slowly and ask questions like - 'will you get a pension there?' and 'what if you can't find enough work?'
To which I reply, 'I honestly have no idea.' and 'I'll just have to make sure I do.'
There's really only one way to find out if this is really a wrong decision or not and I'd rather have a go than live with the regret of not knowing.
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