You know that feeling of dissatisfaction? The feeling of wanting, of needing more in your life? I had been feeling that lately. A lot actually, in the past nine months. For me, the dissatisfaction was coming from my career. I had a good job, don’t get me wrong. GREAT benefits. Stability. But it had ceased to be challenging. And it was never what I hoped to spend the rest of my life doing.
Trouble was, for the longest time, I didn’t know what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing. And that made it really easy to stay in a comfortable job that I didn’t love. And then, as my dissatisfaction grew, it allowed me to stay in a job that I didn’t even like, if we’re being honest.
The unhappiness I was feeling led me to do a lot of soul searching. I don’t think I realized what I was doing at the time, but it’s clearer now, as I look back on that season of my life. I traveled. Went on retreat. Met new people. Asked them about their lives. Made bad decisions. Made good decisions. Wrote in a journal. Tried my best to focus on gratitude. Cried. A lot. I began to allow myself to truly feel my emotions. And somewhere in there, I found my passion. I figured out what I want to be when I grow up.
And then I resigned from my job.
Seriously, that was the next step. I didn’t have another job lined up. Didn’t have a plan mapped out. Don’t have a trust fund full of family money. But I took a leap of faith, and I decided to bet on myself.
I decided to bet on myself.
And guess what? It felt AMAZING. Because I made the decision to remove myself from a situation I hated (let’s be real here, I had grown to hate it), and put myself in a situation that allowed me to pursue my dreams. I wasn’t sure if it was brave or stupid, but I knew it felt fucking fantastic.
It’s been one week since my last day of employment at my former job. Or, to put it better: it’s been one week since I’ve been out on my own, designing my new life. And it was the best week I’ve had in a long time. No, I didn’t spend it lounging around eating bonbons (does anyone actually eat those anymore?), and I didn’t watch Netflix in my pjs. I hustled. Made goals and started working on them. Consciously put myself in situations in which opportunities could arise, and they did. And you better believe I took advantage of them. It wasn’t luck. It was hard work, forethought, and possibly a little bit of karmic reward.
I have no doubt that opportunities are going to continue opening up to me. Because I’m looking for them, and sometimes I’m creating them myself. And as long as I keep that up, I’ll continue to be successful in making my dreams come true.
I bet on myself. Do you have the courage to bet on yourself?
If the answer is yes: Leap with me. If you aren’t sure where you want to land, start with a search. And no, I’m not suggesting you quit your job– our journeys won’t look the same! But I am asking you to carefully consider your life, and where you might want to make a change for the better. It might be big, or it might be small. No matter the size, I hope you’ll trust yourself enough to make the changes that will bring you more happiness, joy, and ease.
If the answer is no: Well, let’s work on that. Ask yourself why not. Figure out what it will take to have faith in yourself. And then do it.
And it if helps– I have faith in you.