After almost four years in the same career, I decided to quit my job.
I had actually been wanting to quit since the first year.
But even so, I didn’t expect making the decision to quit to be so difficult.
And the longer I thought about it, the older I was becoming.
I didn't know what I wanted more: money or to enjoy my job.
And I was already so comfortable in my current role.
But being stagnant was secretly damaging my self-confidence.
So one day I just decided I couldn't lie to myself any longer.
If it was possible to love your job and eventually earn a decent wage, wouldn't it be worth it?
Once I was ready to quit, I started worrying about how other people would react. Especially my mother.
To my surprise, she was the most supportive of all.
Heeding her advice, I decided to change careers entirely and start from scratch.
The thing is, I didn’t want to quit without knowing exactly what I was going to do next.
To throw a spanner in the works, I was just about to be promoted.
When I no longer wanted what I had wanted for so long, I realised money didn't mean shit.
So with this revelation in mind, I applied for an internship.
Handing in my resignation was one of the few times in my life I was completely sure of myself.
So I revelled in my win and rehearsed all the different ways I might make my grand exit.
And imagined how my colleagues of many years might react.
But in reality, it was all a bit underwhelming.
What I was left with was the stark reality that I didn't really know what the hell I was doing.
But actually that was OK because I was working towards something – a better me.
And if my new venture doesn't work out, I have the balls to try again.
Because I've now learned what I needed to learn this entire time.
