Nobody likes a quitter.
That saying has been ingrained in my head ever since I first heard it. Quitting seems synonymus with giving up. Not being able to stick with things and make them work. But is it true in all cases? What about deliberately choosing to quit – for happiness?
Let me explain: As you might know I started working a full-time job/internship at the beginning of August after finishing my studies. And now – a mere four weeks into it: I quit. Before you judge, though, let you tell me I’m not usually a quitter. Not at all. So I didn’t make this a spur-of-the-moment decision. It had been quite a way coming. Yes, four weeks aren’t a long time. Only it’d been four weeks of a six-month-internship already and I’d neither gotten more interesting tasks nor felt more comfortable at the office. Not going too much into the details for privacy’s sake I’ll keep it at saying the work atmosphere wasn’t enjoyable, either. So it all played into a decision I wouldn’t have had to make had I listened to what I truly wanted earlier on.
Maybe you’re wondering why I started the job after all if I ended up unhappy in it. Fear and my constant need for safety are the answers. Back when I applied for this internship I was in the middle of writing my thesis, unsure of what was to come and afraid of change. Most of my friends didn’t stress about applying for jobs yet and instead pondered plans of traveling the world or simply taking some time off after graduation. And as much as I’d have liked that, too, I was scared. I’m a planner. In a [at least to me] perfect world I’d have had the one exact idea of what I wanted to do with my life at the end of my studies. All laid out with a plan of how I’d spent the first years post-graduation. Only that’s not what life works like. Obviously.
Fast forward to now I had been going to work without enjoying it every day. Tried to convince myself it wasn’t that bad and would probably get better. Only it didn’t so I quit. Not without going through the pros and cons of this decision with my family about a dozen times. Something else that helped was a conversation I had with a special blend who reminded me of that we only ever get one today. So we better spend it doing what we really enjoy. Working in a job my heart wasn’t into would have neither made me happy nor would I have had a [huge] benefit from it in terms of my future career.
With a lot of time to think these past days I noticed that in a way quitting and suddenly being left without a job was a blessing in disguise. Aside from already searching a new job I’ve noticed I need to make some changes in my life to be able to live it to the fullest and happiest. To actually get up and live.
Being honest, though, I’m scared of what’s to come right now. Lots of things to be taken of, decisions to be made [and that’s not exactly one my biggest strengths] and playing the waiting game in terms of finding a new job again. Reassurance and advice on how to keep calm, trust in the process and make this a truly marvelous new start are much appreciated.
Happiness inducing today: Starting a new healthy routine.
Have you ever quit something – a job or else – to find happiness?
Are you good at adapting to change or stick to a certain structure and routines?
And to end on a happy note: How did you spend/are you spending the [long for US and Canadian readers] weekend?