I quit my job.
It wasn’t a quick decision. I wasn’t mad at my boss. I didn’t throw chairs or anything.
I just knew it was time to move on. Actually, I’d known that for quite a while, but I needed to feel like I was standing on solid ground when I made that big of a decision, and it took a while.
I want to work for myself. I want to be in charge of my own days. I am an extremely productive person when I’m doing what I love. The past few months I’ve been squeezing what I love into a few hours after my day job, and that’s made me a person I don’t like. I don’t sleep well. I’m cranky. I have headaches all the time.
Now I’ll have time to craft, to learn how to properly market my business. To work for other publications and earn what I deserve. And in a few weeks I will take a training course for Nia, which is an exercise class I’ve been taking for a while now. It takes me back to my dance background a little, which is fun. And most importantly it helps me let go of all the stresses in my life. It’s a wonderful thing. You should try it!
Am I scared? Um, yes. The first few months could be pretty rough. But I have done this before, and I have done this well. I just never looked at it as a full-time career, and now it’s all I can imagine doing. Funny how things work out.
I will miss my co-workers like crazy. I’ll miss the constant stream of new people I’ve met through my reporting job, and the way it pushes me to be more social and ask more questions. But this is the right thing to do. I know that now.
I’ll be at Juice through the end of the month. Then I’ll take a deep breath, walk into my home office, and start over.
Just thinking about it makes me smile.