My Career Change Doubts (and why I'm not acting on them) Part 1

"No regrets man." Simple as it might be, this is one of the best pieces of advice given to me recently.

I'll admit it; despite writing a 5-part blog series about why I want to change career, I've been having doubts.

Did I only quit lessons with my drum teacher back in 2015 because it was October, dark and cold, and I was miserable? Was that a bad time to make such a decision?

Should I have tried harder to make my life work up North?

If I had a creative musical project feeding my artistic needs, would I take function gigs lighter and so enjoy them more?

Do I really need a job where I have more social interaction, or do I just need to take steps to improve my social life outside of work?

And am I really that altruistic? Do I actually care about making a difference, or is focussing on the needs of others just a convenient way out of obsessing over my own life?

Who knows. I don't necessarily believe that I have made all the right decisions, and that this is where I'm "supposed to be."

Perhaps if I'd gone about things differently things could have worked up North, and I might be continuing to enjoy the sublimity of the Yorkshire Dales.

Perhaps if I'd powered through and continued lessons with my teacher I'd be hitting a really great level of playing now, and enjoying the drums more than ever.

Perhaps if I'd never even thought about moving up North and carried on as I was doing in London, I might have an exciting session gig and be loving it.

But balls to all that.

As the Robbie Williams song goes - "No Regrets, They Don't Work."

And it's true. They don't work. Utterly pointless.

I am where I am, forget the past. The best thing I can do now is follow through with the plan.

I believe in the theories outlined in my blogs on changing career. But, though I am making strides in the right direction, they are, for now, still just theories. I need to put them in to practise with conviction and commitment.

They may well turn out to be a load of rubbish, but I have to find out.

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