There was a common theme in the conversations, coming from the other people I had it with. We were talking about leaving a job to do something you really want to do.
“Yeah, but, sometimes you just have to do what is right. You have to live. You cannot just leave someplace because you are unhappy. That’s life.”
Talk about fuel for my fire! What is THAT?!
Do you call living being a slave to your job, your company, your paychecks, your debts, and everything BUT your desires? If you are unhappy with what you are doing, don’t do it.
“But it’s not that easy…!” they whine.
Yes, I am afraid it is that easy. Will actually walking down that path be a journey filled with roses and rest stops? No, of course not (THAT IS LIFE), but working in a place or a doing a job you are completely discontent with is nothing but wrong. Wrong and inhuman. And it is not living.
Living is life is being happy. Do things always work out? No. But are you going to sit there and miss out because you are “safe.” I hope not. Do you need to get training? Go find a job where you can do school and make enough money to get by. Save up for school. Find a job that will train you. But don’t just sit there. Those opportunities are not going to fly in and land in your lap. You will have to go out and find them. Take some accountability and responsibility for your life and make it worth something.
I know I am.
Funny, I know others who have done the same:
One friend, quit his job as a retail store manager. Went to school to do mortgage stuff. Got his license. Went through a couple different jobs. Had to borrow money and eat a lot of canned food. He now makes $80,000 a year, which is rising steadily, and is empassioned by what he does–not just the money.
One of the managers at the Carrows I visit frequently and I were talking. He kept saying how he “screwed” his life. And now he has to work this job. And then he tells me, passionately, how much he loves his job. He goes into inane details about food service and managing, and I could see on his face how much he loved it. He didn’t screw his life. He was happy and that is what counts.