First and foremost, I apologize for making that the title of this post… but in reality, only chicks read this, so I’m sure all of you were like “ah! how clever!” when you read it.
So it’s been a while since I blogged. My bad. Sorry, I’ve been drunk the past 363 of the past 365 days. But I really decided to blog because my life has changed rather significantly in the past three weeks (or so) and had a lot of time to reflect on where my life was, and wanted to take the time to write it down.
March 19th was the last day at my full-time job. I quit, with no job lined up. I was incredibly unhappy, and was at the point where I was having trouble waking up in the morning to go. I wasn’t unhappy with the company, or the management (for the most-part), but the daily required tasks within the field were making me unhappy. It was a sales job, and I loved what I was selling, and I believed in it, I just hated the cold calling, the prospecting, and I had just had enough. It was time to move on. It was time to get out. So I did.
On one hand, I’ve regretted that decision, because I have no health insurance, and I’m working a side gig that’s keeping me afloat, but it’s not a “job” or “career path” or “life direction” by any means. On that same hand, I haven’t told my parents… YIKES!!
On the other hand, I’ve never been happier since making that decision. I’m stress free, I have no reason to be up in the morning, yet I’m up and awake by 8am. I’ve also redfined my own meaning of “success” and was able to reflect on a lot of the lessons I was taught as a child and gain a deeper appreciation for all the things my parents have taught me (but I can’t tell them, because they don’t know I’m not working… ha!). I’m proud of the fact that I’ve learned that Money doesn’t make me happy. Money doesn’t mean “success” to me. A commission-based sales job means infinite potentital to make a sick amount of money. I always thought that would be great. But now, I’d much rather do a job that I’m passionate about, that I’m eager to go to, and if that means I’m renting an apartment longer than I planned, or not being a fancy new car every four years, I’m 100% content with that. Success to me is when I can wake up in the morning, and feel proud about what I acheived in the day, regardless of how much money I put into my pocket that day.
I’ve also really appreciated things that my parents have taught me. The biggest being a lesson that they’ve always instilled in me, but I’ll use 2009 as an example: “The government bailed out the banks. My parent’s aren’t the government, and I’m not a bank.” I knew as soon as I left my job that I’d have to hit the ground running to keep making ends meet. I knew that I’d have to stop grabbing a hot dog and cheese fries from Portillo’s whenever I wanted because I’d have to be smarter about my spending, and I’d have to save and plan things out a lot more strategically than I had before. No one is going to bail me out. No one is going to save me. I made the decisions that I did, and I need to take care of myself. I’m eternally grateful for my parents instilling that understanding in me from day one. I’m entitled to shit. If I want it, or need it, I better as fuck earn it.
On that note, back to the Job Boards…. I’ve got resumes to send out!
