Juggling too many balls

Being a writer, an author I never thought you would be wanting to read about my personal life. I am not even sure on how much I have already shared with you, but I don't think it is that much.

However, the beginning of this year I found myself again at the crossover. I needed a change and I needed it fast. For the past eleven plus years, I worked for a steel industry company focused on export and for the past seven years my role was Senior Buyer. I loved doing what I did. I had daily contacts with half of Europe if not quite with half of the world.

We went through different kinds of times. Good and bad for business, yet we survived and strived.  I was proud. Still am. But I started to become… restless. I think that is the best word to describe how I felt for the past few months.

Slowly everything started to get on my nerves. Don’t get me wrong, I was still doing my job as it needed to be done and better. I was raised that way.

Then it happened.

In scheduled the publication of my third novel – At the End of the Summer. You’ve heard a lot about it this past few months. Then I joined Pict Publishing. 

And then… I was offered a new job. In a new company. In a new city.

Two weeks after, at the beginning of March, I handed in my four weeks’ notice and continued working till the end, at the beginning of April, like I had not resigned.

They were an interesting five weeks. Intense. For a few weeks some of my colleagues didn’t believe what I had done. However slowly the realisation hit them. It also hit me. 

While I worked in the office like nothing happened… my ‘other’ professional life almost crashed and sunk…