I am not a woman who takes easily to change. I resist it, preferring to stay wherever I am or in whatever mess I’m in, rather than initiate change. I make endless excuses as to why I can’t change or shouldn’t change whatever I am doing, even if I’m utterly miserable in my current state. I don’t know if I can take credit for this last move, since a close friend of mine almost forced me to apply, but I have finally quit my job and I’m moving to a new, more challenging job.
I have been working, more or less, in the same capacity with the same company for almost seven years, and I can safely say, most of it was sheer drudgery. I was bored and miserable, but I was afraid to try something else. I am a great proponent of the “devil you know is better than the devil you don’t” school of thought. Needless to say, lack of self-confidence was a great deterrent to trying new careers and laziness too.
But, I am finally going to jump into the deep end to see whether I can float or maybe even swim. Today is my last day on the job, and I will be starting at the new place in two weeks. I am excited about the prospect of working in another environment and in a different, wider scope. The greater responsibilities and expectations are a bit scary, but I’m trying to focus on how miserable I was in my current job! We all have our own motivational speeches and drivers, eh?
