Beginning a new work-place adventure after 6 years in one place can be a terrifying and marvelous prospect. I immediately waxed poetic on the feeling. Below are my thoughts.
The ship I stand upon is opportunity.
The spray of this unknown sea promises thrill, torment, magic and malice alike.
A cold wind blows, doubt. The sun breaks the clouds, hope.
Behind me is not safety, but familiarity. I think I should like to be unfamiliar.
The creaks of the decking whisper the responsibility of adventure and the horizon is mystery incarnate.
Too long has fear kept me moored where it may have hauled an anchor.
Now the sea she calls, and I will answer.
I trust to three things; my hands, love, and a lust for adventure to spurn me on.
Fare well, the setting sun I knew so long – I’d see you rise for me now.
*It’s important to note that I have an immense fascination with maritime exploration, hence the obvious and much used metaphor of ship and sea.