I worked for three years in a soul draining job. Actually, let me back up a little. When I powered my way through the last semester of college I thought I would go out and find a place to work. Not a great job but something close to my major that I could build up to my “ideal” career. Instead I found a few odd jobs not in my field of interest for the first seven months and then settled on the first steady paycheck that came along. This was a source of comfort and stability, which I assumed was a necessary element to the “greater plan” of my ideal job. I would use this to keep food and shelter off my mind and spend all my extra time working on what I love.
I’m sorry I had to take a moment. I wrote “extra time” and it broke me a bit.
With laughter and tears ebbed I refer to my original statement, “three wasted years of my life.” Now keep with me it gets better. I finally realized that at the end of a fifty-hour week I don’t function; I go home watch TV and fall asleep.
On weekends I would take saturday to recoup. Sundays would be filled with me upset that I didn’t get anything done all week just to wake up Monday and go through the whole thing again.
Here’s where it gets good. I quit.
It didn’t make a lot of sense but it was necassary. I was too comfortable with just getting by with minimal effort because nothing irritated me. A little fear or aggitation can be inspiring. In conclusion, quit your job; it feels great.
I love this one. I really get it. Fun to be able to read this and see you still feel this way. I am proud of this jump you are making in your life. It is not easy but is true life!