That Sunday-evening feeling
It’s Sunday. And that means tomorrow’s Monday. The start of a new work week.
You may be excited. You may be dreading it.
I used to be in the latter category. Well not exactly dread. But unexcited.
So I decided to walk into my boss’s office and quit. To move to Morocco. Where I had no job lined up. But I didn’t care. I’d reached my expiry date in the public service. I was starting to rot. To complain. To get frustrated. Reached my limits with unions. I was unmotivated. Coffee breaks and after-work drinks with some fabulous colleagues got me through the day.
In other words, I had lost the passion I once had. And it was no longer the professional life I wanted to live.
Of course, I’d given it some thought for quite awhile. About a year in fact.
Where would I go? What would I do? Would I stick to a career in public relations? What if it didn’t work out? Was I crazy for giving up a government job? Just read any newspaper and you’d hear all about the global recession, the struggle to find a job, high unemployment rates. So if you had a job, you should keep it, right?
I knew I had to dare to follow my dreams.
So I gave up the benefits. The 9 to 5 life. The job that “people work their entire lives to obtain.”
A dream job. A city where opportunities seem to be endless. And creativity is abundant which means opportunities to explore new projects. And develop new interests. The past week has been absolutely fabulous and filled with exciting potential opportunities. Ones that I would have never imagined possible a short while ago.
So maybe your time to quit that job you hate isn’t now. But perhaps it’s time to start thinking about an “exit” strategy. An alternative. A cure for that Sunday-evening feeling.
Let’s keep in touch and motivate each other to follow our dreams!