the roads are getting nearer
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
` Tuesday, October 31, 2006
At the crossroads.
I have never been able to hold down a job for longer than I would expect to.
The strange thing is, opportunity or fate would dictate that I had to move on, just before I could settle into an established comfort zone.
I thought for a moment that I had moved on from the quarterlife crisis, to come to terms how blessed I am to be given the opportunity to see parts of the world and accept the cultural and character differences of people I meet along the way. Also to develop the uncanny ability to only speak with people on a need-to basis while going solo in foreign cities. And to actually enjoy the experience.
I thought for a moment that I had earned sufficient recognition for the work that I do and also to be seen as someone who would contribute knowledge and work well with the team.
I thought for a moment that I had been fairly well compensated for having to bear the brunt of people not wanting to engage in a healthy and civilised conversation, unless they wanted a listening ear to their office politicking or someone to act as their sounding board for ever-existing operational issues.
I thought for a moment that even though I was travelling six consecutive weeks in a row without any semblance of work-life balance that I was still yearning to return to the last city that I had paid tribute to and not come home.
I thought for a moment I was contented.
Now, I have just subject myself to yet another spot on the crossroads of my career.
But the real question is: do I really know if I would like to be challenged, or stay carefree and on top of things at this point in my life?