
I just turned down a creampuff of a job at Adobe. Great group to work with. Great Boss. Great Benefits, etc. Great Job - wrong time. With so many peers scrambling for work (any work) I feel like an ungrateful boob for turning this down. BUT - a greater fear is that I'll look back and regret. Perhaps the next big thing won't be visible until I look for it.
I mentioned earlier that I have a muse. A very busy muse. And it wakes me up at night - something that hasn't happened for quite a while. There I am, lying in bed, cursing that I can't get back to sleep, knowing that unless I get up and write, create, practice, etc, I'll be stuck, lying in bed, cursing. My muse provides me with a list of things to do - every morning, at about 5:30 am.
In any case, I'm demonstrating my trust in the process - it's OK proceed, not with caution, but with wild abandon and enthusiasm.