One month ago today, I followed through with a radical decision. I decided to leave my job and start this blog, among other adventures. This decision did not come lightly, nor is it without its drawbacks, but I know it was the right decision for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t hate my job. In fact, I enjoyed it. At the time I left, I had some great coworkers and an awesome boss.
Why, then, would I leave?
I am always looking for ways to improve myself and my well-being. While I didn’t hate my job, something was missing. So I took a hard look at my life and what I could change to make it better.
I started by doing a lot of research. I mean a lot. I read everything on the Internet about being happy at work and in life. After months of reading, I came up with a list of four things I needed from a job to make me happy.
- I did not want a traditional desk job. This point is what I kept coming back to when trying to decide to quit. I know a lot of people love having an office or thrives in the office setting, but I am not one of them. Though I no longer had my own office, and I had an awesome cube-mate, I was still tied to a desk all day.
- Must have freedom to travel. While I am still working on this one, I have, as you know, taken a road trip. I have another couple of road trips coming up. I will get abroad again one day very soon!
- Must have good work/life balance. Who said that if you enjoy your work you will never work a day in your life? All I ever wanted to be was a writer, yet I was doing nothing to make it happen. I couldn’t even say I tried and failed. Now, I am trying. I’ll keep you posted on the progress.
- Must feel good about work. This item goes with the previous one. If I don’t feel good about what I am doing, it affects my non-work life. I am not good at compartmentalizing the two worlds.
I also came up with two items that would make my work life even better.
- Not geographically specific. While this point goes with the freedom to travel item above, it also means I could live anywhere. Maybe one day I will be writing this blog from London.
- Work outside. I don’t like always working inside. I like getting my hands dirty sometimes.
With all this in mind, I had no choice but to quit my job. It made complete sense for me to chase after my dream of being a writer. I also knew I would never attempt to make my dream come true with the safety net of a steady job.
When I told my cube-mate of my decision to quit, she told me she wondered what was up with me. She said she had never seen me so cheerful and happy. I wasn’t cheerful and happy because I was leaving. I was cheerful and happy because I finally made the decision to follow my heart. I knew this was the right move for me.
Now, a month later and a struggling writer/blogger, I am so happy I made the move. I have learned a lot about myself in the last month. I have learned new things I didn’t know I was capable of doing. I can feel myself being more open to the universe and whatever experiences she wants to throw at me.
Some may think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. I hear all the best people are.