It’s been a while since I’ve typed up a blog, despite the fact that I’ve started several.
My world has been experiencing lots of change over the months and I could not be more excited and relieved that things are finally allowing me to find inner piece.
Since my last post, the biggest game changer has been my job. After four years (I’d say two that I enjoyed) a job where the company didn’t give two shits about my coworkers or me and rarely, if ever, acknowledged our hard work, I QUIT!!!
With no immediate plans, except the idea of doing freelance and actually making something of my photography, I left a steady but absurdly low paying job that I had been educated for and somewhat enjoyed.
It’s sad when a company has the ability to suck every ounce of joy you get from something you spent years going to school for.
I’m not going to deny that it was a stressful and nerve-racking decision when it came to leaving, but I had to do something. My dissatisfaction with work left me unhappy, which not only made going to work a challenge, but impacted my health and personal happiness.
Every morning the first thoughts that popped in my head were ‘I don’t want to go to work’, or ‘I hate my job!’ You can see how having such a negative start to the day can begin to wear on a person until it gets to the point where they give up or make a change.
Not one to give up, I made a change. After my editor got a new job I decided that that was the moment I was meant to leave as well, after all, I would fill her shoes, gain more work and responsibility, while still continuing to not enjoy my job.
The idea of spending more time than I already had, working for a company that didn’t care and in a working environment that was becoming more and more unpleasant the more people became unhappy with their job, was not something I wanted at all, regardless of the pay increase.
I’ve never done anything for the money; it’s just something that’s not that important to me. I love thrift stores and am outraged at the idea of paying over $20 for a t-shirt. Yesterday I scored two skirts, a pair of hiking pants (name brand), a t-shirt, short-sleeved casual dress shirt, and two pairs of shoes for $14.
Sorry, I got off topic there for a second. I can’t help it I’m too excited about my find.
As I was saying, money is not that important to me, as long as I make enough to pay my bills, which really isn’t much, I’m happy. Luckily I also have a very supportive husband who towards the end of my career as a journalist, for now at least, said I had to leave. Even he hated how much I worked and how little I was paid, on average, because I was on salary, it worked out to being paid like $10-13 an hour…. Sometimes much, much less.
So I did, with one final paycheque I left with no concrete plans but the feeling that a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
A week or so after my last day I was called in for a part-time job I had applied for that paid decent and was just what I needed. I wasn’t sure if I was qualified, but I figured with my education and work experience there was decent chance so why not take a stab at it.
The interview went great and after a much needed trip to visit a friend I came home and was notified that I had been selected for the position.
Leaving the world of journalism, I headed into an area I had very little experience in, adult education.
Currently, I am the Adult Literacy Coordinator for a not-for-profit learning organization where I live, and let me tell you it has been eye opening. My brain has been taking in so much new information, so much training, and dealing with stuff I have never had to before, I have needed time away from being productive in the rest of my life.
One of the nice things about my job is 1) it’s part time, although my hours continuously increase, 2) I am appreciated by everyone I work with, from our board of directors to our clients, 3) I get weekends and the summer off.
But now as I grow accustom to my job, and I start to get closer to the summer, I am realizing that although I have needed time to adjust, I have also been slacking when it comes to getting the other aspects of my life in line.
I want to have my own business, writing and being creative and I’m getting to the perfect time in my life to do that. I will have the time, the support, and money saved away for a rainy day, so all that is needed was the drive.
I’m not going to lie, when my 30s began I was not impressed, nor did I get the usual big celebration people seem to get when they pass that “milestone”. But now as I enter into the last weeks of 30 I have to admit it’s been the best year I’ve had in a long time.
Big changes, information overloads, and slacking aside, my world has changed and I’m happy to finally say I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be…. for now.
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.