My escape moment came when I almost got hit by a truck.
It was the third, and final sign in a series of signals from the universe that it was time for me to change something. The universe is funny in that way. When you ignore the subtle signs, they start to get louder, and louder, until you literally cannot put it off.
Trucks are pretty loud.
I answered the call to leave my job to pursue paths unknown about two weeks later, but a lot happened in that two-week time span. And a lot had been happening before that.
If the first phase of the quarter life crisis is: “A feeling of being trapped by your life choices/feeling as though you are living your life on autopilot.” Then it makes sense that the second phase would be “ A rising sense of “I’ve got to get out” and the feeling that you can change your life.”
Of all of the phases, I think the second is the most painful. You are aware that you want to change something, and rapidly the “wanting” becomes a “should” but a lot of time is spent feeling stuck at this phase because most people have no idea what the heck they should do next.
Thus, the crisis truly begins.
A crisis of faith in yourself, and the belief that you can figure out how to change your life. Seemingly endless searching for advice and help. Plan after plan that never seems good enough. And a feeling of guilt because you were told that work isn’t fun. It’s WORK. It’s the question of, “Who are YOU to want to make a change? Who are YOU to demand more?”
Well, you are someone who deserves to wake up excited about what you do.
That is my core message. The one I discovered that night I almost got hit by a truck. You, me, and everyone on this earth deserves to wake up and be excited about what they do.
We are told that not everyone can be happy. We were taught that some people will suffer the injustices of the world, and that not everyone is meant to enjoy their work, their life, their existence. And made to believe that if we are one of those unlucky people, that we should shut-up, put our head down, and keep grinding away while ignoring our growing misery.
The crisis, panicky feeling of “I’ve got to get out” isn’t just a cry for help, it’s your battle cry.
It’s your feeling to embrace, to grab, and to explore.
It’s the universe, calling to wake you the hell up.
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