There I was, eating chocolate and loving it. Selling some too. I was getting paid to eat exquisite chocolate. You know, that chocolate that costs upwards of $70 a pound (okay some of them are $40…more reasonable). And I felt lovely.
Then I felt like someone was clipping my wings and I wanted to scream.
All this time I have been planning to leave California, stretch my wings, cut my ties, and start again. Stockholm was (is) the place. I fell in love with the city a month ago and wanted to move there. I still do. But I was presented with an opportunity this week to start in retail at a high end chocolate company and move up corporate ladder (i.e. maybe run my own store within a year).
And then there’s Stockholm…having family — haven’t been near any for 5 years, starting a new life, having the opportunity to get a great job and go to school, finding a love, meeting new friends, learning a new culture/language, living in Scandinavia, loving the snow, watching the ships in the harbors…
If I don’t go to Stockholm, what happens? I stay in CA, go a little crazy but work in the high end chocolate food industry, travel, eat delicious food, sell magnificent chocolate…
I could lead the life of a Stockholmer and my doppelganger could lead the life of the chocolate goddess.
Or if I have to choose: One risks a great deal if one eventually loses
The choice for me will present itself when the time is right; I presume.
ouch…thats a tough one.
It is…but I believe my destiny is moving away.
Though sometimes destiny even changes her opinion and makes a mess of things.
new opportunities will always present themselves. do what you want to do not what you think you should do.