It’s not you.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what I’m doing. Suddenly, I’ve gained a consciousness to the precious nature of time, and ensuring that it isn’t wasted. I’ve liberated myself, and jumped head first into the unknown.

And it’s scary. I have irons in the fire, but no definitive plan. I have potential options but no formal agreement. I am currently preparing myself to jump out a plane without a parachute (cue comparison to Brexit).

There is much I am trying to change, to create a better world that works, not only for me, but for each and everyone of us. Frankly, I am tired of not being able to make that difference. Tired of using my energy and resource towards something so transient and temporary.

So, on Monday, negotiation came to a close when I turned down my current employer’s offer and I decided to step back from the role and resign. I can no longer sit by and watch the world move in directions I’m uncomfortable with, in directions so polarised and decisive that in a few years our society will be unrecognisable.

It’s that typical cliché, ‘it’s not you, it’s me!’

I know that I am fortunate in the simple fact that I am able to do this. I lack any significant financial commitment and have no dependents to consider. Not everyone is so fortunate. If I was religious, I might use the word blessed.

However, do I know what the next year or so will look like? Will anyone? How do we decide what we’re doing? Do we ever truly find what we’re looking for?

In short, I don’t think so. Anyone who take the time to read this has too much conscious. But I do know that sometimes, and I’ve touched on this before too, you have to jump. To feel the plummet into obliteration, calculated of course, is something we should all do.

I keep coming back to a phrase, we mustn’t do simply what is easy, but instead do what is right.

This manifests itself in many different ways, and for each is a different calling. It might be career, it could be starting a family. It isn’t my job to define your achievements.

And maybe it’s because I was brought up by Church of England schools, but I’m humbled to remember that today, as I write this, it is Ash Wednesday – a day which celebrates the notion that we are little more than dust, and after everything, dust is what we are destined to become again.

What happens in between, regardless of how difficult a journey it may be, is down solely to you!