I have wanted to write this post for weeks. I knew that I need to address the subject here because it is so central to what I write about. I aim to shed light on bold ideas that inspire you all to really think about the life you want to create for yourself. So here is my latest bold idea: No matter how “cool” a job sounds out loud, it’s possible for you to feel unhappy on the inside. As the months have tumbled on, I felt increasingly despondent and depressed about my 9-5. Sure, there were a lot of cool aspects to it (the free stuff, the celebs, the fun events), but the days I struggled to get out of bed out numbered the days I got up with a smile. I felt as if I was getting lost in the shuffle of misery.
So I decided to leave.
It obviously wasn’t as simple as that, and I do plan on writing another post about the thought process I used to make a change, but right now I want to focus on the top three reasons I decided to leave the 9-5 hustle in pursuit of points and places unknown.
Most people (myself included) got the message in elementary school that making mistakes is a bad thing. We were taught to memorize facts and figures, and that only bad things come out of making mistakes (bad grades, failure in life, ect).
But this wasn’t always the case.
In fact, during our formative years, our parents encouraged us to make mistakes galore! We fell down many times before we learned to walk and we made garbled sounds before we said anything audible. We tried, and failed until one day we succeeded.
The fear of making mistakes paralyzes us into living lives that look nothing like the ones we have imagined for ourselves in our heads. It’s at best, a shoddy representation of the desires we have in our heart. We plug away at things we don’t care about because we are afraid that if we go after what we really want, we will fall flat on our face. No one likes falling in public.
But the beauty of life is in the mistakes that we make. Because mistakes are lessons waiting to be learned, and harvested, and turned into a better model of what we were trying to achieve before we fell short.
I bet you have a special thing. Some hobby, or interest that makes you giddy. When you work on it your smile stretches from ear-to-ear, and you realize just how beautiful life really is.
If you spend some of your free time plugging away at projects that give you that good feeling, kudos! Rock on! This post really isn’t for you, though. This piece of writing is for all of my peeps that neglect their projects. You know who you are.
Maybe you have been too busy working at your day job to really work on “Project You 2.0.” Perhaps it got lost in the hustle/shuffle that is “real world’ life. Are you spending your extra time trying to make some extra cash? I feel ya.
Extra cash is a good thing, but what about your special thing, you know the thing that you love to do just for the sake of doing it?
Are you neglecting THAT thing? The thing that soothes you, sustains you, and feeds your creative soul. The thing that makes everything all right again during the dark moments.
If you are anything like me, you’ve probably been neglecting it. But alas, we aren’t going to bash ourselves. Nope, we’re going to figure out how to bring it back. (Resisting the urge to throw in a Sexyback/J.Tim reference here.)
My weekend was odd. It started on Friday, when I got locked out of my house (no keys, cell phone, money, nothing!) and went into early Sunday morning when a drunk, male, stranger stumbled into my house, into MY BEDROOM, and reminded me of 5 strengths I forgot I had. My guess is that you have them too; but hopefully some drunken lout doesn’t have to wander into your room before you remember you do.
The list of complaints about Generation Y is miles long. We are lazy. We’re entitled brats who don’t know what it means to work hard for a buck. We’re whiny. We’ve heard it all before.
But we know the truth.
What they don’t know is that more than anything we want to look like we have life all figured out. We want to look like we are mastering our universe. Monday through Friday, many of us pimp ourselves out in button-down shirts and polyester pants to head to jobs that have us living paycheck-to-paycheck because we are hesitant to admit we are scared.
We aren’t afraid of getting our lights cut off. Making credit card payments late is unpleasant, but we don’t fear that. We aren’t terrified of eating MSG-ladden Ramen Noodles for a few more years.