Two weeks ago I did something scary… either very brave, or very stupid.
I handed in my notice at work.
The only job I’ve ever had; where I’ve spent over four and a half years of my life. A perfectly good job most would say, and they wouldn’t be wrong.
The problem is, it’s no longer me. I have loved my job (and have hated it at times) more than I could ever explain. I adore the friends I’ve made, people I will always be grateful to have worked with. This job has helped me grow into a stronger, wiser person than I would have been without the opportunities I was given. But, well, that’s the problem, I have grown. I’ve grown out of retail. It paid the rent while I was at uni, and helped me get out of my overdraft once I graduated. Now.. now I want to change the world a little bit, and being in the same job I was in as a student is sapping my energy.
So, as an “I believe in you” act for myself, I’m leaving.
I plan to spend a lot more time on my photography; I miss taking photos for the joy of it, rather than only when someone asks me to as it has been for the past 6 months or so. I will be playing, practicing, learning, becoming the best I can be.
I may be enough of a dreamer to quit my job, but my head’s not totally in the clouds. I don’t have enough photography jobs to pay the bills (yet!), so I’m looking for new work. Something that will feed my soul and not just my bank account. What’s calling to me at the moment is care-work. It’s not easy by any standards, but I think it’s something that I would be good at. I would be dealing with people all day (which has always been my favourite part of my job), and in small ways I can help make their lives that little bit easier. I’m very much up for the challenge.
I have two weeks left before I leave work, two weeks of non-stop research and job applications for the start of a whole new career.
I’m terrified, and incredibly, insanely excited and eager to start my new life.