|c/o Natalie Dee|
Only when reality struck me, I didn't do it through song....I did it through anxiety and a tear or two and about 2000 semi-Catholic utterances of "I'm Sorry." I had never quit a job before, and for the record, I am TERRIBLE at it.
For the last week and a half, I have been working a temp job that had the potential to lead to something full time. It was a good job, it was just not the job for me. It was straight up business marketing, and although I was an advertising major- I definitely have always seen myself as more of a copywriter and creative. My mind doesn't operate in the capacity needed for the position I had nor do I want it to and I was leaving everyday feeling insanely stressed and inadequate. I have A LOT of stress in my life that is beyond my control, and I am trying to wrangle the things I can. [Tangent: Not to site another movie from my youth, but remember in Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead when Sue Ellen pretends to be an adult and goes to work at the apparel company, and immediately she has no idea what they are talking about. That was me. I felt like I was saying, "I'm right on top of that Rose!" at every juncture.]
Being unemployed for several months has definitely given me some perspective and helped me figure out what I want out of life. [Tangent: I understand and respect that many will not understand my decision and say, "What the crap, Kimmie? Beggars can't be choosey!" but for the last 10 years, I have worked in jobs that were not my strength and where I didn't feel like I was doing something that fulfilled me and made me feel good about myself. I'm no spring chicken- I'm 30. It's high time I find something where I can shine.] I've decided from now on - I need to start obeying the mantra of duckfaced tweens everywhere- YOLO! [Tangent: This is the first and last time I will ever say, "YOLO." Take it in folks. ]
I guess the universe caught wind of my decision to quit before I even told anyone I had made it, because I arrived home yesterday to an email and a facebook message telling me about jobs that suited me and a reminder from my Blogger account reminding me that it was my blogversary.
Independence day 2013 will celebrate 3 years that you all have been listening to me ramble, so I guess I am capable of sticking with some things. Although this choice to quit seems like sad news, don't cry for me, Argentina. Although, I'm scared a bit of returning to monetary woes- I'm also completely stoked to see what the future holds!