Project LIVE LIFE

I QUIT MY JOB. I quit my stable, good paying job. I’m leaving a team of very good, supportive, and high achieving individuals, and a good company. It’s a really dumb decision to make. I mean not everyone is as blessed I am to find a good team and a good company. Not everyone lands in a good position as I am. Plus I am leaving without a concrete plan! Dumb move indeed.

The thing is ever since I was in high school I always have had these big ideas in my head. These crazy things that I always wanted to do, these experiences that I always dreamt of having. I thought that I outgrew them, but turns out I don’t.

You see, I grew up from a technically poor family. My parents we’re able to provide my and my younger brother’s needs and sometimes even our wants, but we’re not particularly well-off. My father was working for a bus company when I was little so he’s away most of the time and I mostly grew up with my mom and my grandmum. The thing about these two women is that they are very headstrong in their own way, and growing up with them beside me, even though we’re not financially well-off, I never felt like I should be limited, and they mold me to be a person not afraid of dreaming and trying to do what I want.

I had a lot of friends in high school, I can say that I was in a good position, and I’m not bullied but I never really felt like I belong. I mean I love my friends and everything, but I always knew there is something big out there, that what I really want and what would really make my soul alive is not there.

So I went-out and go to the big city.

I remember my grandmum laughing while we’re talking after the first day of college enrollment. She’s saying how proud she is that I get to be courageous enough to actually go and try. To not make myself limited because, well, we’re not financially well-off. Then there comes the day that I need to decide what major I want to take. I was undecided when I go to the uni that day. I distinctly remember being in the middle of the hallway, walking, and literally stopping midstep because my mind is running the scenarios that might happen if I decided to take this or that course. Well, me being me, I weigh my decision in a logical manner (still midstep in the middle of that hallway, by the way) and ended up taking BS Accountancy. If I’m being honest, it’s not really something that I imagined I’d be studying and majoring, but surprisingly enough, I had fun. I met some amazing people, made very good friends, and my horizon expanded. I got to see all these possibilities – all of these things that I can do – this big big world that we’re a part of.

Then I graduated and had my first job a few years back.

I grew a lot since then – both personally and professionally. I had fun and met a lot of amazing people, colleagues, and bosses. Made a lot of friends. The thing is, those things that I always imagined I’d do, those ideas that I always had in my head, I thought I buried them well enough but they’re still hunting me. And I know, I know deep in my bones, if I didn’t give them a try, they’ll always hunt me.

So here I am, making a dumb move of quitting my amazing job, leaving my amazing colleagues, bosses, and company behind and journeying into something that I honestly have no idea how to do. I just know that I must give this a try. If it doesn’t work out, well, what can I do? Atleast I tried, right? I’m doing something that is unsure and I’m really afraid, but I’m also really excited. I mean, just imagine if it worked out!