so...
This year, an unofficial promise I had made for myself was that this is the year I fly out, that I take a trip out of Jamaica. It is also to be the year I boldly step out and find the job that makes me happy. I went to the first choir rehearsal of the year to find that an overseas tour was looming on the horizon for us, and I was happy, tha'ts one off the list...shortly after I was told I was seriously considered for a post on staff (consultant/ coach really) to a school choir and post as musical director of a production. things were truly looking up..than I got the offer...
you know how, once in a lifetime you get that offer, a deal so sweet you want to say no just because you couldn't possibly handle this being real? well... that happened Wednesday night as I spoke about my future with an old acquaintance as we sipped coffee...I got offered a job...abroad
*Panics, reaching for brown paper bag*
Its abroad, but still in the region, so I wont feel as if I'm lightyears from home, and I'm staying with friends (the job itself is being basically an Au Pair)...
I am so excited..I cried...yea, I did (and I don't need to show any machismo post- factus, I know myself.
Everyone is behind me (that I've told so far)
and I'm so heartened
I'm particularly happy that 'you' suppport my going
It means the world
and, while this means I am missin so many momentous things on my Isle,
there's so much yet in store and to come
