It was a cold morning and my boss was just getting into work, ready to yell at me about yet another mistake I made. After getting an earful, and rightfully so, I asked to talk to her in private. Having never done this before, the first words that came out of my mouth were, “I think I want to resign.”
I’d just gone through some personal issues, which my boss was aware of and had already cut me some slack for, but I assured her it had nothing to do with this. Ultimately though, it’s what pushed me over the edge, but I had been thinking about it since the start of the year. I had been with the company for about 8 months at the time of resigning and the interest and desire to work in the advertising industry, which I previously wrote enthusiastically about starting in, had dwindled down to a point of almost hatred.
It was nothing against the company specifically, the work had just become dull and repetitive. There was no path up or around that fit my interests. I had a creative side of me just craving attention that wasn’t being satisfied here. I knew my time was up and that I could be happier.
The people, a second family – The main reason it was so hard to decide to let go; the people I met and bonded with 5 times a week, for 8 hours a day. I loved my team like family, being stuck in a small room with them for so long, you sort of had to. We were able to communicate effectively, work productively, and always have a good laugh. I was afraid I would never be able to find a team as awesome as this, the bar has been raised pretty high.
Unemployment – The one thing I kept hearing when I asked for advice was to secure a second job before leaving this one. The issue was I wanted to completely switch industries and get into a design role, which meant requiring a portfolio – something I don’t have. Yeah, I could totally work on it after work, but I didn’t have the drive to do so after an 8 hour day and an hour commute home. Some may say that I don’t want it as bad as I say I do, I just say I’m being realistic and know how my body and mind work.
Money – Being unemployed means having no income. My parents were probably more worried about this than I was. But they’re old school; they believe in the 9 to 5 and getting home to your wife and kids and calling it a day. I respect them for what they’ve done for me, but there are too many opportunities nowadays to be living an old ideal. Thanks to my parents working so hard, I’m able to not have to worry about bills or live on my own yet and I plan to fully take advantage of that – why would you not?
Fortunately, the reasons to leave a stable job were greater than my concerns:
Time – I know how I work, learn, and operate. I need the time that a 9 to 5 job takes away from me to focus on what makes me happy to do.
Opportunities – I appreciate everything that the job has taught me, but it was not going to take me where I wanted to go. I jumped on this opportunity without a question, now I’m ready for the next.
Freedom – I don’t like calling it being ‘unemployed’ because I’m just as busy as when I was employed with other projects that are now steering me towards what I truly want to do.
I have been fortunate enough to meet some amazing, encouraging, and supportive people along the way and I’m thankful to have had and have them in my life. It’s scary not knowing where this is going to take me, but I’m also very excited. I have my goals and aspirations, I even wrote a letter to my future self, that will be sent to myself in a year and remind me how far I’ve gone.
I guess my takeaway is this: I knew I could do better and be happier and it was the worst feeling waking up every morning knowing that. I didn’t quit, I just closed one door so I could open another.
Now, I wake up every morning knowing I can work on what I love, do you?