Why I'll Never Regret Quitting My Job

Sunday, November 11, 2018

I don't wake up on a Monday morning and think, "man, I wish I had to commute 2 hours this morning, spend all day in an office, skip lunch so that I can get home a little earlier and arrive home hangry because it's 8pm, I just got home and I need some dinner". Nope, not once.

No salary, fancy title or supposed step on my career ladder could convince me to go back to doing that every day of the week.

You see, quitting my job wasn't just a career move, it was a lifestyle choice.

For 3 years I'd put my job before everything else; health, love, friends, passions, self-development, sleep, exercise... and while this is not something I regret, (after all, it was this dedication that got me to the point where I could comfortably become my own #bosslady), these were all things I really wanted to start prioritising.

There were so many perks to going out on my own; no commute, the ability to work from anywhere, the flexibility to choose my own clients and projects, time to develop the skills I was truly passionate about, time for creativity, setting my own hours and saying 'yes' to more of the things I actually wanted in life, like a god damn date night.

The tipping point came when I felt like I was being forced to say 'yes' to more unrewarded responsibility at work and 'no' to new, exciting clients that approached me for my side hustle.

That's when I realised that somehow my side hustle had turned into my main hustle.

But even though my blog had started bringing in more money than my weekly pay check my brain was still screaming 'don't do it!'. Excuses like 'this won't last', 'blogging isn't a career', 'you'll never get hired again', 'it's better to have two incomes' and 'what if you fail?' filled my head.

But I knew if I wanted to prioritise some of those other things, like sleeping more than 6 hours a night, I either had to give up my job or my blog.

So I wrote my resignation letter and I quit.

Despite my fears, I knew I could always go back to that 9-5, but the opportunities I had started to pass up from my blog might never come around again. I never wanted to wonder what could have been, I wanted to find out for sure.

Looking back now, it's funny how ready I was to fail. I'd calculated how many weeks my savings would last me if I couldn't make a single dollar out on my own.
Each time I smashed a KPI in those first few months I thought 'oh but that was just a fluke'. It wasn't until this last month that I convinced myself this was the new standard and it was time to stretch for some even wilder goals.

But even if I was sitting here, writing about how I was falling short, I still wouldn't regret the past 4 months. I've had the time to nurture the things that are truly important, not just for my career, but for every aspect of my life.
I've had time to give this whole blogging thing a really hard go, to truly follow my passion without limits, with the freedom to pursue and open all doors. And well, it turns out I'm doing better than ever.

Funny that.

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