It's five a.m. and I'm sitting here because I can't sleep. I can't sleep because I'm starting to worry now.
On Monday the 19th I am going to alter my life. I'm putting in my two-weeks notice at my current job.
I've been there for seven years (well, on April 21st it was seven years) and for the past 4 years I've been REALLY unhappy. I started when I was eighteen. I'm going to be twenty-six this month.
I would have quit earlier but it's one of those types of places where they pay you just enough to put up with a lot of shit. So of course, I stayed. But that's going to change. I am taking one of those "leaps" that we are always told to make, yet nobody really knows what to do once that leap has been executed.
This is one of the few instances in my life where I am actually scared. I don't know if I'm making the right decision. This is one of those I'm-dropping-out-of-college-and-going-on-tour-with-my-band types of decisions.
I was at work today and I started to doubt if I should do it. I will be unemployed. No income coming for at least a month-and-a-half. Then I will receive a sizable chunk of change from my 401(k) that I am cashing in and that will allow me to live well and travel for a spell. But what about after that. I have all these plans but most of them only me maybe a 1% chance of success. 99% failure. If I stayed it would be a sure thing that I would have an income and money to spend. But I would also be unhappy as hell and severly depressed.
Thinking about quitting makes me happy. At the same time it brings about an air of uncertainty and it, quite frankly, scares the shit out of me.
I know that I'm not going to stay there. But I just don't know where I'm going afterwards.
On Monday the 19th I am going to alter my life. I'm putting in my two-weeks notice at my current job.
I've been there for seven years (well, on April 21st it was seven years) and for the past 4 years I've been REALLY unhappy. I started when I was eighteen. I'm going to be twenty-six this month.
I would have quit earlier but it's one of those types of places where they pay you just enough to put up with a lot of shit. So of course, I stayed. But that's going to change. I am taking one of those "leaps" that we are always told to make, yet nobody really knows what to do once that leap has been executed.
This is one of the few instances in my life where I am actually scared. I don't know if I'm making the right decision. This is one of those I'm-dropping-out-of-college-and-going-on-tour-with-my-band types of decisions.
I was at work today and I started to doubt if I should do it. I will be unemployed. No income coming for at least a month-and-a-half. Then I will receive a sizable chunk of change from my 401(k) that I am cashing in and that will allow me to live well and travel for a spell. But what about after that. I have all these plans but most of them only me maybe a 1% chance of success. 99% failure. If I stayed it would be a sure thing that I would have an income and money to spend. But I would also be unhappy as hell and severly depressed.
Thinking about quitting makes me happy. At the same time it brings about an air of uncertainty and it, quite frankly, scares the shit out of me.
I know that I'm not going to stay there. But I just don't know where I'm going afterwards.
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mothra:
I always just take the leap. If you're unhappy, you're unhappy. Being broke isn't the end of the world and we're not nearly to the age we can't start over completely. I say throw caution to the wind and do it. The best phrase to keep in mind sometimes is "fuck it" no matter what the outcome.
calmer_than_you:
seriously man, you'll be good... Be happy you get to do something =)