I quit my job almost three weeks ago.
I’ve been unemployed for almost three weeks.
I think most of us freak out when we think about that. I certainly have.
But, I chose the right time to quit. Hours were getting cut. I was physically unhealthy because of the job. Stress and frustration were bleeding into other areas of my life. I was only making enough to make ends meet. And I felt like God said, “Go.”
So, I went.
Along with those reasons, I quit at a time when I had enough money to spare me some good time.
Don’t just quit because you don’t like a job. That’s called fickle.
But if you have legitimate reasons, and some money in the bank to spare you, then go for it. That’s called guts.
Here are three things I’ve learned since quitting my job:
1. I’m not dead. Quitting my job doesn’t mean I’m quitting my life. I’m actually healthier, and moving around just fine. Want to race me?
2. It’s not Hollywood. I haven’t become a nomad and started travelling the globe, nor have I miraculously received a huge job offer. I’m pushing myself pretty hard, and leaving the rest to God.
3. I’m not alone. I have a community in my corner full of people who love me and who are willing to fight alongside me.
If you’re in a place of questioning, frustration, or fear about your job/career/calling, take a deep breath. Pray. Listen. Talk about it with people you trust. Talk about it a lot. Look for ways to begin moving towards more of the life you were made to live. And don’t freak out. It’s okay. You’re just being human.
It’s okay to pursue a dream and a calling. You’d actually better do it, or you’ll miss out and have regrets.
Live a story that’s worth telling.
You won’t die. It’s not Hollywood – you will have to hustle. But you’re not alone.