I quit my job this week.
I’m taking six months off to write, then will see what eventuates. Let’s hope something does 🙂
I reached this point after eighteen months working in Supply Chain, over a global pandemic. It’s called burn-out. For a while, I couldn’t think, could barely interact with folks outside of work. Too much going on in the head, and not enough time for me.
The counselor I saw, and the doctor who signed me off, both nodded understandingly when I described my symptoms.
“We’ve had a lot of this,” they both said. “People are tired. Exhausted.”
And more than just tired. I think there’s a global sense that time is short. With the pandemic, and all that’s happened around the world: cities locked down, Presidents espousing bleach, mass cremations – these things were unbelievable in 2019.
Everything has changed.
So last week I left the Day Job. Some folks looked surprised, but many, many others seemed to understand, and even more appeared envious. Seems to me, there are a lot of people needing time out on their lives.
This wasn’t an out-of-the-blue decision: I’d been saving my salary for a good few months, and so hopefully, we have enough put by to manage. My husband has his work, and our kids are old enough to look after themselves. After all, who knows what might happen next? If there’s one thing this pandemic’s taught us, it’s that we need to enjoy what we have.
So I’m going to work from home for the next six months, writing stories.
Watch this space.