I just quit my job. Again. For the third time in the past year.
Foolish, yes. But I don’t quite regret the decisions (not yet at least).
All of the opportunities I left behind were solid careers. They presented paths that were reasonably safe to take and could offer me stability with the potential for career growth. I recognize that my decisions have cost me some level of long-term stability, unless I manage to get back on track in the immediate future, which I hope to do so.
Each time I quit had several reasons:
- I had a “better” job lined up
- then I had the potential for a “better” job lined up, which didn’t pan out unfortunately, and
- this last time I have a possibility for landing an independent contract and venturing as a business owner.
Effectively, I have been operating under the guise that that the grass is always greener. I have yet to find proof for my idiomatic assumptions, for those green pastures have eluded me thus far. Nevertheless, I persist. Consider it blind optimism or deep dissatisfaction; probably both.
But despite the instability, it has been a privilege to have such freedom in my decisions. In each choice, I was motivated by the hope to find deeper meaning, whether in using my freedom to explore the vast beauties of the world, or delve into the intricate complexities of learning a new skill.
Each time I quit I learned how to brace for change; adjusting to new environments, deal with uncertainty, shift my perspective, and grow in patience waiting for the next opportunity. I can safely say that my character is more well rounded and stronger as a result of my choices.
That said, I believe I have learned as much as I need to about the volatilities of life at my current life stage. And so, for my next act, I would like to settle down. Conversely to the growth in change, there is much growth in the idea of “staying”. My next move will be easily a 5-year plan if the Lord wills it.