Pressing Pause. Restart Date: Monday
On 29th May, I left my job.
Without a new one to go to.
There were lots of reasons why, which I won’t go into, but
the main one was that the role taught me exactly what it was I wanted to be
doing. And it wasn’t quite what I was doing there.
I think part of growing up is learning to acknowledge when
things aren’t working.
Work will never be perfect, all of the time. All jobs have
stressful periods. Most jobs have great periods.
Throughout my childhood, and on into university and graduate
life, I’ve taken huge comfort from stability, from always knowing what’s coming
next.
I moved through primary school, to secondary school, to
sixth form, and straight to university. After university, I got a job, and I’ve
been working full-time for the past two years.
But when you leave university, or education at whatever
stage you leave it, the world is a big place, and there are so many routes you
can follow.
And part of growing up is sometimes not sticking with
something because you think it’s the right thing to do, or it’s ok, or it’s
comfortable.
I met some amazing people in my last role, many of whom I
still speak to regularly and expect to continue to do so. I learned some great skills and some great
lessons.
But my passion lay in another field.
So I left.
I decided to give myself time to throw into the job hunt,
and also the move, as I was relocating to London.
That was two months ago, and now here I am: London. And my
new job starts Monday. It’s at a company I’ve admired for years. It’s a role I’m
so excited about, and it feels like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be
for this stage, for this next chapter.
Yes, the end of May was scary, and the weeks without a job
and with no money coming in were scary.
But sometimes you have to close your eyes and take a leap of
faith.
So wish me luck for Monday, and let yourself be brave in
whatever it is you need to do or change.
Happy Friday J
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