Time for me to move on…

Just over a week ago I handed my notice in.

Phew, I said it. and it’s true. And it was so straight forward, my carefully researched and brief written notice was signed, scanned and emailed to the two bosses with the original entrusted to the Finance and HR guy. For his records of course.

I used email for the simple reason that neither guys were in the office and I wanted to get the message delivered pronto. I soon had responses which confirmed receipt of the message and wished me well.

Within three hours from beginning of my interview I had received the good news of a successful interview and the actual offer. Perfect timing, It really couldn’t have been any better than that. After 2.5 years looking too…

Mrs W was delighted. I was well chuffed too!

Handing ones notice in is an odd experience. What ever the reason for handing it in there’s a sense of power (albeit breifly) and the control is with you… For me it was a brief moment of exhilaration followed by relief, then joy. Joy is my overriding emotion now, a week later.

Looking back there was no moment of hesitation, no regrets or soul searching wondering if I have made the right decision. Neither was there an attractive counter offer from my current employer desperate to keep me at a highly inflated salary! My new employer had kept their word and sent across the contract of employment which was, duly studied, signed and returned within a matter of hours.

Game on

No regrets

I don’t have any regrets about leaving my last full-time job. Life is hard now, but thankfully I have faith, had it for years, not only in my own Creative abilities, but in God. This was a good time to show my faith in action. What I’d needed in a sense sometime before had been a kick up my pants to make a change – get another job, and this was it. Stepping out this way was a touch uncomfortable yet tinged with genuine excitement. Those close to us were supportive and prayerful. Mrs W my long suffering wife agreed, it was time for me to move on, to new opportunities offering new challenges.

Meanwhile while I continue to trust that God will provide, for us as a family. This however is not a time to sit passively and simply wait, I need to do my bit, look for work and apply for jobs.

Our two young sons at the time (aged 3 and 5) didn’t express opinions. One day, however, our youngest proudly announced to those in his nursery class that his daddy washed cars for a living! (He must have seen me wash ours once – this obviously made a real impression!). Our eldest, aged  5, after I explained to him that I needed another job, stunned me by saying that I already had one –  DIY.

I best get on with it then.