will work for (pesco-vegan) food

So without going into too much detail, in three weeks I will be - how can I say it? - between jobs.

I've not been fired and I haven't resigned. It's not even due to that old chestnut, artistic differences.

Maybe Gwyneth had it right all along - we're consciously uncoupling. It's mutually beneficial.

I can't go into too much detail - confidentiality - but as my issues with work have been such a preoccupation on the blog this year, it seemed daft not to mark it on here in some way.

Earlier this week I was in a position to start telling friends and colleagues at work. I've been getting some lovely messages (and many, many hugs) but the question I keep getting is one I don't have an answer for:

"So where are you going?"

It's only natural when this has - to people outside the process - come out of nowhere.

I suppose on the whole I'm feeling pretty good about it all - mentally lighter certainly. And it's great to know that I'm going out on my own terms. Plus I get a bit of breathing space before Christmas.

But every time someone asks that question I get the fear.

It's all going to be fine, yeah?