A new start, today.

On Friday I finished up at my day job. I'd been working in that role for eight years, minus about a year and a half when I did two or three other jobs and then returned. I knew it inside out - the processes especially. But in recent months, I felt less connected to the people - not through my own doing, but because of the processes. It became less personal. I felt like I'd progressed so far in all other areas of my life, just not in my day job.

The more things changed around me, the more I realised I need to make my own change. And so I did. My calling is the writing and advocacy, but it doesn't put food on the table, nor pay for weddings and holidays. I still need a day job. I sought change by applying for a new day job. I was successful and I start today.

I'm nervous and excited. Nostalgic. Relieved. My days will be filled with new things to learn, bigger responsibilities, new people to get to know. All still unbloggable.

As my colleagues and I said goodbye on Friday, I felt very loved. I think I did ok in my last organisation. I've got friends everywhere, one of my managers told me. One of my biggest skills is connecting people - and in 12.5 years at that organisation, I'd certainly done that.

The new of today will soon become routine. I'll adjust and come to know the role inside out. And that's ok because I've made my own change. It's time.