24 little hours...

"What a difference a day makes,
24 little hours... "

I am back.

Back at work.

I have changed seats, changed roles but still at work.

In fact i am sitting just next to the very same room that I had tendered just a couple of weeks back.

The irony. I am still here.

The irony. I am actually quite liking it. I have told GF that I didn't want to travel anymore and only one a domestic role. He said fine.

I spoke to GK on Monday. Told him i didn't want to fly off that evening. He said he'll let me know on Tuesday.

Tuesday morning he sat me down and gave me a new role and team. And that was that. By lunch, i had packed my things off my desk and headed to the other end of the office where my new Team Leader sat. She's achingly nice and really sweet. I am really enjoying it.

My new role is not an easy one. I am more of a specialist now and am literally face to face with the big boys. I get to say who i want to spend time with and who i can just "dispose" to other generalists. After a year of being on my toes, tenterhooks and running... i can stroll, relax, admire the scenery.

It's only been 2 weeks so not much has really unfurled but I hear that it's going to be tough. The challenges are different but like all things great, nothing comes without struggle. I guess I have always been very private with the things i "struggle" with. Most of us sometimes, would prefer to be left alone with them. It's personal. Not with the purpose of excluding others from the experience, just that it is an intimate experience. You listen to yourself more. You learn how to trust yourself. You learn to be independent in your decision making. You learn to be responsible for your choices. The last thing I want is to make a decision based on another person's opinion. There is nothing more liberating then ownership. The decision is mine and mine alone.

That's my perogative.