Here I am, after only a year and a half of employment, gladly burning the ships, again. I stewed over my situation these past few months, and I couldn't be happier with my decision to resign.
I've told everyone that there is probably a much longer discussion to be had about finding my purpose and having a job with meaning.
But in simple terms, I think I just got tired of peddling chicken to people addicted to MSG.
I left without having another plan in place.
I am fortunate enough to have a very capable husband and provider that allows me to have some freedom in choosing what comes next. Last night I jokingly mentioned to him that I feel like I want to be one of those 40 year old kids in the basement who are waiting for the "right" job to come along. I LOVE being a housewife and socialite. I want to take my time and find something that I can be passionate about.
But the truth is.... after only three days of being jobless I am uneasy. I know Greg wants me to work somewhere.... not only for my sanity (because I need to get out of the house each day)... but also to fund my social activities (when I leave my house each day).
It's a catch 22. :)
I'm not a fan of uncertainty and I've been a antsy not knowing what to expect each day.
I put in an application last week and was just getting ready to check on that status when I received a phone call from another guy I talked to a few weeks ago.
Looks like I'll be clocking in to try something entirely new on Monday morning at 10am.
The only thing this new job has in common with CFA is that people are always dying to get there.
I'm excited to see if this new opportunity will be a good fit.
More to come....
