Two weeks ago, I made a decision to resign. From work I love, a team I adore, and clients I wholeheartedly care for.
In the months leading up to it, my fears berated me –
Be more resilient, fight it, it’s normal to be unhappy with your job. Everyone is unhappy with their job. What will your parents think? How will you explain this to your next employer? Where will you go next? You need to have a job lined up! You can’t do this. You WILL fail.
Usually, I would’ve accepted defeat and continued to exist in a perpetual state of unhappiness, but not this time. This time my instincts vehemently retorted –
How long can you go on ignoring me? You’re not happy. You’re not living authentically. You haven’t for a while. You’ve stopped trusting yourself, in your ideas. You’re doing that thing where you do what you think is right, rather than what is right for you. Just try, at least you can say you tried.
I just knew and with this knowing I had to make the decision that was right for me.
I will be finishing up this Friday, after which I’ll be taking my first sabbatical.
For, I’ve realised that my greatest fear is to never have tried at all.