So, I quit my job. It is both the most and the least adult thing I have done for a long time.
You may have already worked this out if you follow me on Twitter/Instagram, and you might be aware that I’m currently trotting about the ol’ globe like a recent graduate. Or, if you happen to snoop on mine & Claudia’s conversations, ‘cause she’s the only person I’ve told in actual words. On Twitter, ofc.
You may have seen some of the travel snaps on Insta and thought “ay up, she’s got some cushy job that allows her to travel” or maybe “she must have some holiday allowance”.
Ha, nope, unemployed life.
This is a weird thing for me to talk about, because I know that the world is kind of hateful towards unemployed people, especially the ones who choose to be.
If you want to catch up on my uni ‘journey’, you can read a little bit about how I felt post-graduation, here. But, for now, we’ll skip forward to the point where I took a temp job which ended up being several years long.
I worked there because I didn’t know what else to do, and it was a job, and I needed money for all my avo-on-toast and mochachocalatte-ya-ya.
Neither of which I buy, but FU millennial-bashers.
Over time, my job got progressively worse and more miserable and, regardless of what I did, nothing changed. Of course, there are two sides to every story, but every single person I knew and worked with agreed with me so….yeah.
If you saw my recent post on the signs you’re ready to leave your job, all of those were true for me.
I decided to put my health first, not allow myself to be taken advantage of, and I quit.
It was not a decision I took lightly, and I hate to quit on anything. I was back and forth on it for a really long time.
I’m aware of how fortunate I am to be in the position that I could leave. Not everyone has that. I won’t use the word lucky, because that implies that I haven’t worked hard, when I bloody well did. I do.
After about a month of unemployment, I made some pretty big decisions about what I wanted to do. It’s still kind of hazy in my mind but I’m getting there. All I can hope is that people will support me like I do them.
Around the same time, I decided to go travelling. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and tbh people were saying that’s what I was leaving to do, they kind of gave me the idea. So, I thought, why not? I’ve got no kids or anything so it’s kind of now or never.
Maybe it’s like in Friends, where Rachel has to quit to get ‘the fear’. I didn’t feel too afraid though. I’m grateful to have a wicked support network, and I will be working and travelling, so it hasn’t been the all-consuming, crushing lifestyle I thought it would be.
Oh, and if you’re a fellow blogger feeling a lil’ green-eyed because wouldn’t it be great to have all that time to work on the blog…..no need, my stats are still not where I’d like them to be, there is never enough time.