Guilty Ruminations: Break Free

When I look back I remember
Underperforming at work;
Being told of this from time to time
And being accepted- or tolerated
In between.
 
Those colleagues were nice;
I was in my twenties:
A junior member of staff
With administrative duties to fulfil.
 
I drifted in those days going about
(or not) my duties, half- daydreaming
Not quite “getting” that in my life
“This” (my circumstances) was “It”.
 
The guilt kind of simmered
Each day I saw their faces
The job wasn’t exactly demeaning
But it wasn’t glamorous.
 
I had friends my own age
Who had moved abroad:
Taken chances I never
Dared to take.
 
A friend had gone bankrupt
But had recovered
We only live once
I kept telling myself
 
One day out of the blue
I quit my job;
Left two weeks later:
Spent six weeks
 
Working voluntarily abroad.