I had been stuck in a dead-end job for ten years, which as I considered, wasn't entirely true. I had chosen the job and was very enthusiastic when I started, especially since it had opened a lot of possibilities and job options. Basically, while I was there I had a chance at a good job and stable life. In addition to this I started seeing someone at about the same time. She was, for all intents and purposes a woman I could see myself having a future with, and even though we had a long distance relationship, we made it work.
Time passed by, and for five, six years I did live the dream, but started getting the feeling that something was off, that I wasn't happy where I was.
Then the distance finally took its toll and the relationship just ended over a telephone call.
For the next two years I was a complete wreck and barely thought about anything. That was until the beginning of the eighth year, when I took a deep look at myself and realized I had to pull myself together and move on. During this introspection I found out one thing that had been staring me right in the face... I needed to get out of the job I was in. I was scared at the prospect but happy with my decision.
Slowly, I started the job hunt, but didn't quit. Deep down I still felt like my job would lead me somewhere meaningful or at least hoped it would. But the progress was slow and my current job advanced a little every year, enticing me not to give up on it.
I had now completed three full circles of the lake I was supposed to pass on my way home, not that it actually mattered, I had no timetable to follow since I had just quit my job.
Time passed by, and for five, six years I did live the dream, but started getting the feeling that something was off, that I wasn't happy where I was.
Then the distance finally took its toll and the relationship just ended over a telephone call.
For the next two years I was a complete wreck and barely thought about anything. That was until the beginning of the eighth year, when I took a deep look at myself and realized I had to pull myself together and move on. During this introspection I found out one thing that had been staring me right in the face... I needed to get out of the job I was in. I was scared at the prospect but happy with my decision.
Slowly, I started the job hunt, but didn't quit. Deep down I still felt like my job would lead me somewhere meaningful or at least hoped it would. But the progress was slow and my current job advanced a little every year, enticing me not to give up on it.
I had now completed three full circles of the lake I was supposed to pass on my way home, not that it actually mattered, I had no timetable to follow since I had just quit my job.
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