I took one. On 13 January 2010, I tendered my resignation.

My boss took it exactly the way I thought he would, so it was more or less expected.

I’m worried about my future.

What would I do with my life? What would I do with my MBA? What’s going to happen next?

When I was young, I had a recurring nightmare.

I dreamt I was an ant. Carrying a huge rock.

Well, it’s kinda coming true right now, ain’t it?

But let’s not rush into things, take one baby step at a time. Going back to my Dad has always been like escaping to a refuge camp. It happens when I’m no longer happy with where I am right now or when I desperately want a change.

Although this time, it is distinctively different. I feel I have so much more to give and so much more to gain.

Seeing how things run in another company has helped me to know what and how I would want to run my own company.

IT systems, work processes, administration, human-relations, etc.

Things I would not have seen, had I started there right from the beginning.

I’m thankful for the experience, for the friendships and for the invaluable lessons I have learnt there.

The risk that I’m taking, which includes, mainly giving up a comfortable salary, having the luxury of 38 (wo)manpower, having my own office, funds to use to buy the latest equipment for the office.

It’s quite a big risk, considering that I have a higher fixed expense now as compared to 3 years ago.

Stepping out of my comfort zone, going into uncharted territories scare the shit out of me.

What if I can’t cope? What if I can’t bring in the business? What if my systems fail? What if I fail?

I’m really worried.

If I fail, I’d be letting down my father.

My mother.

Myself.

The consequences of failing are too great to bear. I don’t even want to think about it.

Right. Should go do my OB report now.

Kthanksbai.