So a couple of days ago I quit a job that I both loved and despised. I had moved quite far up the corporate ladder in my profession and always enjoyed being a manager. Things changed rapidly where I worked. No longer was the environment conducive to servant leadership. My position would be holding the thumb down on a team that overall works well. I’m changing industries and instead of it being intimidated, I’m looking forward to it.
There’s a freedom that I haven’t felt in a long time. I no longer have to incessantly check my phone for the next email I must respond to. I no longer have to answer the phone on the weekend or dread the Monday morning deluge of crazy. The first day I kept checking my phone. Here it is day 3 and I’m watching TV on it rather than fretting over what I need to do.
A month ago, I was home sick with the stomach flu. Rather than resting, I was fielding phone calls and answering questions. I was charged for a sick day but worked the entire time. Sometimes you have to recognize the insanity to change it.
So I’m taking a pay cut. Not a huge one, but substantial enough that it caused me to cringe. But in the long run it has more potential for earnings. I’m relieved and happy. I keep telling myself that.
My grandmother once said on her deathbed, “Time moves slow when you’re miserable.” Those words have caused me to make big changes in my life. I thought of them when I realized how soul sapping my situation was. The other morning I was walking my dog and I saw practically those very words written on a sidewalk. I’d like to think it was from her. That she was helping me yet again out of situation that was making me unhappy. Thanks Mama. I heard you.