I quit my job. I don’t have another job lined up. I don’t regret a thing.
Let me explain. For a while now, I haven’t been happy. I love the people I work with at my job and the workplace itself, but the recent shift in my role coupled with working from home after moving out to California was not a good change for me. I was stressed, was having a hard time with the lack of social connections especially in a new town where I know almost no one, and was not enjoying the work I was doing. It became a vicious downward spiral, in which I started drinking more, sleeping less, and my IBS symptoms came back. I wasn’t motivated to blog or do anything anymore. Especially after starting school for something I’m truly passionate about but came with a heavy workload, I barely had the time or the energy to focus on things I love, like cooking, blogging, and going on hikes with my dogs. I knew I had to make some changes.
After numerous conversations with C and thinking long and hard about my current state, I made a decision that I had to quit my job and move on. It wasn’t easy, but at the same time, it was an obvious decision.
People in the modern world, and I’m also guilty of this, are so caught up with their jobs that it’s easy to lose sight of truly important things: their health and vitality. I understand that this may not jive with many people who are working long hours to advance in their careers and make ends meet. I get it. I can feel some of you rolling your eyes (my family included). However, when you really think about, most of us have the option to choose, especially if you are in a job or situation that you aren’t happy with. Is that fancy car or giant house really worth the insurmountable stress and negative health impacts you are putting yourself through? For many of you, yes. But I KNOW when I’m on my deathbed, my biggest regret isn’t going to be that I should have worked more hours or gotten that promotion. It’s going to be that I didn’t get to connect more with my friends and family, that I didn’t pursue my true passions, and that I wasn’t healthy enough to run around and play with my kids and/or grandkids.
I think everyone should at one point ask themselves: What does my happiness and vitality mean to me? Specifically, what is the price tag I am willing to put on my health? I can strive to become a CEO of a large company or win a freakin’ Nobel Prize, but if it means giving up my energy level and happiness? No thank you.
You may have a completely different view on this and I’m not here to say you are wrong and I’m right. I just want to tell you my experience and help you see things from a different point of view. But I do want to let you know that your health should be one of your top priorities in your life if you want to achieve whatever your goals are.
I have no clue what I’ll be doing next and I’m completely fine with it. Am I terrified? A little. Excited? Extremely. What’s important to me is that I have time to work on my health, connect with the people I love, and find something I truly enjoy doing.
Thank you to everyone who have been so supportive in my decision.