...for all the positive woo-go-you comments on my last post. It has really helped not being questioned by everyone about whether I'm sure if I'm doing the right thing. Obviously I've thought long and hard about it and weighed up the options either way. I'm impulsive, but not stupid.

I don't know what happens now exactly, but I'm trying to rewire my brain into realising that not knowing what's coming next isn't necessarily always a bad thing, and that there's no point sticking with something just because it's the safer option, or for saving face, or just for the sake of finishing something.

I don't have a lot of balls, really - none, in fact - so perhaps it's time I grew some. Figuratively. Perhaps if other people have faith in me, I should have some in myself.

And that's as emotionally trite as I get, people. Move along now.