I remember sitting on my father’s screen porch with my third cup of coffee in an hour. For some reason, my mind wouldn’t settle no matter what food or drink I filled my belly with. The day was just hot enough that the fan felt like a welcome gift. My father, a seemingly overwhelming man with a calm demeanor, sat down with his glasses half down his nose and his iPad with the news on it. Visiting him is a reassurance that there is peace for even the busiest adults. I often come to him with questions regarding my career. As someone who survived being laid off in his forties, my father is a welcome resource for anything revolving around jobs.
Usually I come to riff and simply spill my thoughts on the table until I make some imagery out of the thoughts or until he finds a piece of advice within the proverbial debris to hand me. This time, I was much more direct. What was I doing wrong? I was unhappy at my job, feeling unfulfilled and undervalued. I wasn’t getting paid enough, and becoming disillusioned with the position was taking a toll. To make matters worse, I wasn’t playing music hardly at all. My fiancé had seen me deteriorate into stress and made it apparent in a nice kitchen conversation. I was at a loss. Fortunately, my dad reminded me of a principal: if you don’t love what you’re doing, if you can’t find joy in your job, if you’re unhappy, leave. There are better opportunities ahead that you’re meant for.
Another note to continue into next time: people who say you need a plan B, that you should have a backup plan, expect plan A to fail. What is the point in having a plan A if you’re concerned with having plan B? You’ll never be able to give your goal a shot or to follow your passion. I decided to leave my job and jump back into what I was made to do: play music.
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