I remember it as if it were today: I was sitting on a train Rome-Milan, my boss sitting in front of me. I used to go to London every weekend to visit my close friends and work on my music. I was exhausted.
My flatmate at the time, also my guitarist, sent me a video of us playing a super pop song we co-wrote called ‘one million dreams’. I watched it over and over on repeat for three hours. When we got to Milan, I knew I had to do it.
were in another country when I made the decision, and no one else has that influence over me that could have prevented the inevitable.
Monday morning I went into the office and resigned. A wedding invitation in Mexico had been sitting on my desk for three months. I never thought I would have been able to attend…
Note to self: don’t make decisions based on fear of failure.