I actually quit my job this week. Can you believe it? I’ve been working like mad for two and a half years…waitress, chef, teacher, designer, cleaner…arghh. So much. All this along being a full time student…it’s quite scary. But you know what’s even more scary? Not having a job.
I quit not because I didn’t like my job. Strange enough, I liked being a cleaner, I enjoyed spending time with my colleagues, and I felt like I am doing something constructive…always earning money, never thinking I won’t be able to pay my rent, doing my part every day, earning a living, and for the first time in my life I was actually fit hahaha. It wasn’t much, but it was rewarding for me.
But I had to think what’s more important: spend 20 hours per week cleaning or spend 20 hours per week designing? For a long time it was: spend that time cleaning, because I couldn’t stand the thought of having to lose money and not earn it. Right now, the time I spend on getting better at my craft doesn’t give me money. But I had to think of it as an investment. Either I get the nice monthly reward from my cleaning job…or I lose it now, but I’d be better in the future.
Quitting wasn’t really party time for me. I now never work less than 10 hrs, sometimes 12, 14 or more..who knows. I feel strange knowing I ain’t got no excuse now, I actually have the time to do all the stuff I wanted to do for ages. But this is exactly the scary part. It was nice having it all in my mind thinking of a distant future where I’ll do it all. But the future is now. And it’s not comfortable.
So I think quitting my job isn’t necessarily better, is simply different. But why did I do it? I chose what would help me and the ones around me the most – focusing on what I do best and getting better at it. I was gaining on the short term, but actually wasting on the long term. I quit because I felt like wasting. But moving on means sacrifice many times. It ain’t fairytales. Sometimes you have to lose so you can gain. It all comes with its own cost. But what are you ready to pay?