Following my gut.

Oh God, here we go again. I've changed my plans. Over the last little bit, despite having sorted a sublet in New York, I've had a nagging feeling that I might be missing a trick by blindly going to New York without a plan. Or at least by blinkering my true desires and pretending it would be ace to go and further my advertising career in the big smoke. Advertising is a good job for a creative person. No doubt. But it is not my number one creative passion. For me to go to one of the biggest, toughest cities in the world in terms of career competitiveness, and to enter the advertising industry there, would require an unswerving commitment to excelling at that job. Which is fine. Except, what happens to the music? So maybe the plan is to go to New York and pursue music. But that's dumb too, because I have only just started to build a decent base of helpful contacts in Sydney. Anyway, having searched my soul, I have reached the conclusion that now is not the time to be packing up and leaving. It's the time to be committing to my real dream, putting some money into the music project and giving it a decent go. So where does that leave New York? Well, I see two possibilities: 1. If things go well with the first stage of my music plan, I can go there to work with one of the next tier of producers I have my eye on. 2. If things don't take off with the music, I can put the music to bed, and go to New York to work like a demon on being the best little copywriter I can be. Or something else entirely may happen, as it often does. I know there will be some disappointed people in NYC who I promised I was coming to see. And naturally I'm kind of disappointed too that in three months' time when I get on the plane to Hawaii, I'll be going on holiday rather than taking the first step in an enormous new adventure. But then again you never know. Right now I'm following my gut. There's just no telling where that may take me.