We all make bold moves in our lives. Tonight I made one. I was on my way to a job in South Morang. The traffic was heavy and I was falling asleep on the bus. It was raining and windy, a cold winter's afternoon.
The job was a waitress position at an Arts and Convention Centre, somewhere I had never been before. On the journey to the centre I thought to myself, I'm no waitress, I'm an Artist!
Last night I had put my soul on the line at a poetry reading, and it felt fantastic. Now I was feeling tired, cold, miserable and depressed at the thought of going to work as a hopeless waitress.
Why was I going to a job I don't enjoy, for measly money, far away until after midnight. I wanted to go home and write!
I told myself I don't have to do this, the money has always come through for me, I don't have to be a waitress, I'll be ok. So I got off the train and crossed platforms and rode the train home.
You shouldn't have to do things you feel so strongly against. There is always an alternative.
I got a phone call offering me shifts at my other work that I do enjoy for the following week.