After nine years working at the same place, I quit my job. Just like that, poof!
The thing is that the week and a half I spent in San Francisco was – what a surprise – life changing. In my entire life I was skeptical that a trip could change someone until now that, well, I am that someone.
When it comes to my job I have very low self-esteem, I don't believe in what I do, I don't enjoy doing what I've been doing for the past three years or so... BUT I have this very close friend who lives in San Francisco and, of course, I spent every minute possible with her, we talked a lot, she showed me her work (she's a designer too) and that helped me get a bit of my self-esteem back, enough so I could quit my job and move on. Amazing, right?
Now I'm unemployed but, you know what? I don't care! I'm freelancing until I find a new, fresh, exciting job.
I'm happy.