Im at a crossroads of my professional life. Riding a car that has been tweaked, polished and upgraded trough the years, and great strive has been put in to the details and the feel of the car. There are no spinners on this it, no grotesque floodlights, no plastic trims or spoilers.  Only practical aluminum rims on a sturdy chassis, under a interesting exterior with charm. The car has nice weathered leather interior and its easy to sit in it. It feels like home, and there is a sent of fresh bread.

The roadsigns point in four directions. As the lights just turned red i have a few moments to figure out where i want to go as the traffic fast paced traffic moves past. To the left, across the oncoming traffic lane, is the familiar corporate poorly maintained road. To the right, a road less traveled as freelancer, free and easy turn. And in front of me, a long winding road of creating a graphical novel, that feels like the most natural way to go, but it has a dark tunnel a head and i don't know whats behind the black.

As the lights start to near green I nervously clutch the steering wheel and revving the engine timidly. An childish fear of being left unprotected starts to creep up and i begin to feel uncomfortable.

So in my own pseudo poetic way, im trying to figure out what I should do. And I feel a pressure to do so quickly, from an impending doom looming over newspaper industry, where my bread and butter comes from.

Turning to the left is easy, but my car will start to quickly dent and will eventually brake down by the relentless pummeling of loose debris and potholes.  But I will probably be able to afford a new car along the way...

Turning to the right is easy and familiar. I know whats coming and it feels comfortable. Comfortable and drab, without excitement, without challenge. My car would chug along that straight road until i fall asleep at the wheel and pummel straight in to a gorge.

So dead ahead then? The engine roaring, the wind in my hair and the excitement of doing something that feels so right, but not really knowing whats behind that dark tunnel. Will there be a glorious sunset or a never ending road construction tiled with glistening plumber's smiles?

These are the options I have.

What would you choose?