The Pimple of Handing Over my Nine- Five Job!

On a Blissful Sunday afternoon, I read out my handover report to my superior. In my royal blue blazer with my name tag on. I opened my mouth. I won't forget that day,  my voice broke out as I read word by word. 

It felt sweet, having all ears glued to me. With emotions running through my listeners. I never shade a tear both from the eyes of my heart and the eyes of my nose. I was relieved and glad. I was calm, kept composure. I was never this confident of where by destination lied. I was confident. Just like holding a glass of water to my throat.

I was very sure. Deep down that I had done all my best, in sickness and in health. I had worked hook and crook. I had fought hard, day and night. But am glad when the proposal came that I should go. 

I wasn't worried at all about my next destination. I was tightly confident that everything had been rolled out. Ohhhhh It was rolled out for my good. I rejoiced. I was glad. Everything had settled in.

I still look forward to adventuring my post nine to five job life. 

I shall be back to tell you on how it goes. 

Because am predestined for greatness. Sometimes, you may be torn between holding on or letting go. Am very glad I had to.  I can't express how I felt about it. But it's remarkably awesome if you decide.

Life offers us different options. It offers us thorns and roses. But we are to decide how we make our own life to be, through the decisions we make. You are where you are because of the decisions you have made. So be wise on your decisions on life.