I’m not sure about everyone else, but in my family, quitting your job without a “backup plan” (aka not having another job to go to) is something you just don’t do. Having a job is far more important than whatever fulfillment you get (or don’t get) from that job. I was trained early on that you could quit… as long as you had something stable to fall back on. I used to believe this too. I used to think that it didn’t matter if I was miserable at my job, I was lucky I had one at all.
If you’ve followed this blog for any amount of time, you know that I have a tendency to make big, impulsive decisions without always stopping to think of the possible consequences. The benefit of this is that when I let my passion lead without pausing to let my fear stop me, more often than not, good things happen. But it also means that when bad things happen, they can be disastrous.
When I feel overwhelmed, I imagine myself as a bricklayer. I try not to picture the finished project or every painstaking step it will take to get there. Imagining that kind of immense scale will give you vertigo.
If I have an issue with something, I usually use this website to explore strategies for making things better. But this week I don’t feel like exploring solutions, and I don’t feel like hiding my raw nerves behind a second person commiserate article. I don’t feel like doing that this week. And I don’t feel like hiding my raw nerves behind a second person commiserate post.