I did it. It’s done. I was nervous and my hands were sweaty and I stuttered a little bit, but it’s over with and now I’ve got nothing to do but look to the future. Last week, I walked into my boss’ office to tell her that I would be giving my notice and that in a few weeks I’d be leaving Philadelphia indefinitely. I quit my full-time job — my sole source of income — and I don’t have another one lined up. It feels awesome.
I’m a big advocate for quitting. As much as that might come off as lazy or weak or passive, I prefer to look at it from a more proactive standpoint — why would I continue to keep myself stuck in a place that isn’t making me happy? Why sit in 2 hours of traffic every day just to sit in a cubicle for 8 more doing work that doesn’t inspire me… when I could stop complaining about all that and create something better?
For months I’ve been talking the talk but never walking the walk. I wanted to quit, I wanted to try somewhere new, I wanted to give writing a real shot, I wanted to travel. When I expressed these sentiments, I was told that I should try to just “be normal.” (To which I responded, “I’D RATHER BE ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY!”)
When I felt like maybe I just might crack from the commuting and the stifling lack of new places to explore while living in my hometown and the utter stagnation that comes with working in an office job that doesn’t necessarily spark my interest, I came up with a plan to quit. Again, I was told that I was naive, flaky, unrealistic, selfish. It’s not that I don’t want to work hard, I just want to work better and smarter. CALL ME A MILLENNIAL, but I want to be freer to live my life in ways that feel right for me — because why should I let anyone dictate that?
Then I met someone who said, “you just gotta take the negativity and turn it into fuel.”
Simple as that.
So now that the first leap has been leapt, it’s time to take my life into my own hands, as naive and unrealistic as my plans might be. It’s not about running away from something, it’s about running toward the unknown. Being scared. Being unapologetic for wanting what I want. Being shaken to the core by experiences. Meeting people who are alive and have escaped the zombie lifestyle of choosing comfort over adventures.
In the next few weeks, I’ll be packing up a few of my essential belongings and taking off to start my own life in a new town far away. I firmly believe my quitting was the opposite of lazy and weak — and I’m going to use the negativity and warnings and worries I keep hearing about my move as fuel to get me across the country. Quitting isn’t for losers — quitting is for the champs that refuse to accept bullshit life situations that others try to force upon them. It’s for the ones who can’t be held down!