There’s been something I’ve wanted to write about for a while, but I’ve been holding back because I had a few particular people I wanted to tell in person, and didn’t want them to find out from a blog post. Now that everyone that I wanted to know does know, I’ve decided to take the plunge and tell the world!

I’ve realised that I’m the kind of person who changes their mind about their life-plan pretty much every other week. I wanted to have a vintage shop and a bakery (or more specifically a cupcakery), I like knitting and sewing and baking. I like fashion and retail and wanted to work into management for the time-being while I decided what I really wanted to do, because I felt like myself, and a lot of other people I know, just don’t have a clue. We’ve never had a clear set idea of what we want to make of our lives and how we’re going to get there and a lot of us are missing direction. And without knowing exactly what we want to focus on, how are we supposed to go about getting to there?

After changing my mind from forwarding my career in retail management to reducing my contract and taking time out to focus on my interests (mostly knitting, sewing and baking), I received an offer totally out of the blue – to be the assistant manager for a specialised high street retailer whose business required them to excel in customer service. It was a great opportunity – more money meant I might, after a while, be able to afford my own place, a customer service focus really appealed as that was my favourite element of retail, and it meant I wouldn’t even have to travel!

When explaining to people why I had chosen to take this role, when I was so set on working less and finding different ways to spend my time, I found myself often explaining how the situation came to be. That so many different things must have happened for this to have worked out in such a way, and because of that it was almost…meant to be. That’s not a term I’ve ever really used, or even believed, but it seemed like the most accurate explanation for my decision.

To cut a long story short, I started the job, experienced nothing but negativity and quickly realised that I shouldn’t be there. I should be at home. I should be knitting and baking and creating something wonderful. I should be learning new things and developing my skills and, quite frankly, I wasn’t doing either of those things at work.

So after much deliberation I made an unusual, and I think quite brave, decision. I quit.

With so many people, of my age in particular, struggling so desperately to find jobs I think it was a rather bold move to go voluntarily into unemployment, but I have my reasons.

I’m financially stable – the past few years of full-time work have enabled me to build up a little saved money which I can rely on if need’s be.

My happiness really is the most important thing. Life is too short to waste years working a job just because you feel you have to. I’ve realised that I will only be fulfilled once I find my passion and can pursue it. I often read about people in magazines who love their job so much it doesn’t even feel like work, or who’ve managed to fit their career around other things they like to do. It’s these people who inspire me, who take risks and push boundaries in pursuit of their own happiness. And I’d much rather struggle along doing that than work in a miserable job where the main objective is to earn money for someone else.

It’s been a week now, and although I’ve been preoccupied with some family business I can safely say it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. I’m happier than ever, I’m stress-free and I can work on my own time, doing my own thing. Only time will tell where I go from here, but for right now I’m perfectly happy just where I am.

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