I’ve been saving that photo above for something. Some story that hadn’t happened yet, back then last summer, when I snapped the shot.
There is of course a story in the image itself. Summer feet, painted toe nails, a little pooch foot sneaking into the picture, our morning walk on familiar streets.
But that wasn’t the story I wanted to tell with this image.
Initially I took the photo because of the textures on the ground. The old and new, cobbles and tarmac. White lines painted giving instructions to motorists. A collections of leaves and twigs and bits of rubbish nestled into the cobbles.
As I edited the picture, perhaps planning to use it as a photo of the day, I decided that it was the broken up tarmac that drew me in more than anything else. The cracks in the road showing another layer underneath. A visual representation of layer on layer and me standing at the edge of them.
Fast forward to today. I left my job a week ago. A job that not so long ago I loved. I was very lucky to have met a group of wonderful people and to have worked in an amazing place for 5 years. Looking back all of that worked there agree that we had a pretty wonderful time for a little bit all the while doing a tricky but rewarding job.
And then we didn’t. A larger company took us over and that was the end of that. Many left way before I did but I carried on. Still loving parts of my working day and wanting to stay with those colleagues left and of course terrified of the prospect of looking for another job.
So I am in between jobs. I have secured a new role and am just waiting for paperwork to be sorted but I am nervous about it all. I just re-read this post. Written about the job I have just left. Just goes to show that sometimes you just do it anyway and it will be okay.
So here’s to adding another layer, another opportunity to learn something new, another chance to meet different people, another story added to my collection of stories.