Here’s the rub.

I quit my nice cushy bank/marketing job a few days back and have a few days to myself before I dive back head-first into the big bad world of advertising.

Funnily though, it still hasn’t quite hit me yet.

Of course, my old firm was quick to shut down my salary account. I suppose that’s the corporate equivalent of a clean break-up. Efficient, slightly cold, and completely final. There was no dramatic slow-mo walk away from an exploding office building. I did avenge this completely unwarranted show of aggression by deleting the crap out of Microsoft Outlook and Teams from my handheld. Just to really nail the coffin, I also mass-deleted all the Whatsapp groups. That’ll teach them!

People keep asking me why I’d leave the relative stability of spreadsheets and safe returns for the chaotic, caffeine-fueled madness of an agency. Maybe they’re right to be concerned.

Maybe the “big bad world” is exactly as advertised. Full of late-night revisions, impossible deadlines, and the eternal struggle of deciding whether the pitch presentation should be “more premium” or “more pop.”

But that’s exactly why I’m here.

There’s a strange, masochistic comfort in the instability. When everyone tells you to stay safe, to stick to the predictable path, there is a specific, sharpened kind of joy in choosing the friction instead.

So, I’m embracing it. The uncertainty, the “what have I done” panic that hits at 3 AM, and the inevitable realization that I’m about to trade my corporate desk for a creative battlefield. I’m not running away from the bank, and I’m not necessarily running towards the agency. I’m just walking toward the version of myself that actually gets excited about the work again.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few more days of unemployment-induced blissful ignorance to burn through before I officially become someone else’s problem.

I am spending these days by revelling in some millennial comforts. By day, I am an emperor who conquers kingdoms on Age Of Empires. By night, I haul fertilisers and concrete to Cardiff and Liverpool in Euro Truck Simulator.

In between all of that, I have also decided to start a blog! This one. I also paid an enormous amount of money to buy the domain name. Hopefully that should keep me motivated enough to keep writing. Something to keep me sane maybe?

Wish me luck. Or don’t. Honestly, at this point, the hate is part of the charm.