Today I did the most frightening, exhilarating, exciting thing I think I have ever done.
I handed in my resignation from my steady, well-paying tenured public sector job to concentrate on establishing my own business.
Those of you who read this blog regularly probably knew this was coming. And honestly, I probably knew for the past six months or so - but finally started listening to my heart instead of my head.
I have wanted to be a freelance writer/editor for more than 20 years.
As a naive uni student, I thought I would work a few years, then strike out on my own. Travelling the world and filing stories from all sorts of exotic locations and getting paid buckletloads of cash for the privilege.
Then reality hit. Journalism is hard slog, and crap money. And about 0.0000001 per cent of journalism students actually become international household names. I'm not one of them.
So, after 10 years in journalism, I moved sideways into public relations and corporate communications. Still intending to do it for a couple of years before returning to my passion - writing.
And here I am, 12 years later FINALLY doing it. And the good thing about my years of experience outside journalism is that I now also have experience at business writing. This means I can actually earn a crust - there's more money in writing annual reports, corporate profiles, policies and other business documents than there is in pure freelance journalism.
I have had some great support from my friend and family. Even the Winemaker - the most risk-averse person I know - is cheering me on.
It's a great feeling - I recommend it.
Life is too short to be swallowed up by bureaucracy.