“Who gets fired on a Thursday?” That was the first thing I thought when I got the call telling me that my position with the company no longer existed. Then the panic set in. This was not in the plan.
If we’re being honest here, I had been completely indifferent about my job for the past year anyway. I’d gotten to the point where it required zero mental energy on my part, so I was pretty much on autopilot. The opportunities to actually flex my creative muscles had grown few & far between, and my inspiration was at an all-time low. The excitement of proving myself had long since faded, leaving me a little more self-aware. Here’s what I learned:
- I am not a corporate-ladder-climbing kind of girl. I seem to be missing the necessary ass-kissing gene.
- Things like new cars, flat screen TVs, or corner offices with a view bore me to tears.
- Buying a house and settling down sounds terrible.
- I hate “business attire” with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
- The American dream is simply not my dream.
I had been doing some serious thinking about what I wanted out of life for quite some time. In fact, I had already made the decision to quit my job to travel. But still…I was supposed to have another five months to get organized, save money & launch my travel blog. Luckily, there was severance pay involved. So I made a command decision. I was going to go for it. Fast-track my planning and jump in head-first.
As soon as I made this decision, that little voice inside me woke up and sighed, “finally.” (She’s such a know-it-all.) I became obsessed. I was going full-steam, 16 hours a day, checking things off my Travel To-Do List. I turned into an errand-running, post-writing, seasonal-job applying, website-designing fiend. And I loved every minute of it. I used to hit snooze as many times as humanly possible and now I was popping out of bed without an alarm clock at 5 am. Why? Because I was investing in myself; working toward my dreams instead of just making someone else money. I had found my inspiration. And a lot of caffeine.
Being an active participant in your own life has an unexpected side-effect: Happiness. It’s no longer this elusive concept, floating somewhere out in the universe. Turns out, all it takes to be happy is…the decision to be happy (I know, we’re getting deep here).
Am I scared? Duh, terrified. There is at least an 87% chance that I’ll completely fail and end up broke, alone, and hitchhiking through a country whose language I don’t speak. But I’m still going for it.
Few things are more empowering than acknowledging your fears and then telling them to go screw themselves.