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Yesterday, I was invited to tender an expression of interest for acting up into an interim associate director post.

“What are you waiting for,” you might say, “Go for it!”

But after mulling it over for half an hour, I already had my response. A polite thanks, but no thanks.

This afternoon, another colleague put it to me that I ought to give it thought. I told them I had already declined.

“What’s wrong with you,” you might ask, “This is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for!”

But is it really? I don’t think so. It’s not the trajectory I see myself on. Not that role.

“Could it not pave the way to something better,” you might ask. “Perhaps it’s a stepping stone.”

Could it be, or could it simply sow the seeds of my own demise?

“Perhaps you should think again,” a colleague advises me. “You’d be good at it.”

But, honestly, I think I would simply be acting.