Oops.

Oh oops…I resigned from my job :)

I don’t have another job and I don’t have a plan to look for one for at least a month.

I haven’t regretted it for a moment.

I didn’t know I could be this brave.

I never knew I would follow my heart and still make a considered decision.

I remember saying to a friend of mine I was just whingeing, that this was a first world problem and I should suck it up and keep turning up.

Except I couldn’t.

It took me two months to decide and two weeks of coming to work and making my job the best job in the world, to be sure the way I felt wasn’t coming from something else in my life.

It wasn’t.

Without realising it, I’d outgrown my job.

For so long my job filled a need in me to be needed. I adored being the go to girl who solved my clients’ issues, who my staff needed for direction. It validated I was worthwhile and Ok and I had some power and control. It was validating who I wanted to be. Except along the way I became who I actually am and external validation stopped mattering.

I figured I was enough. And the qualities I’d wanted my job to mirror weren’t really me at all. I didn’t need to be needed anymore.

And I felt relief.

I’ll be back in my corporate world again in a few months but it will be a very different experience. I feel like it’ll be about the processes and not the client relationships. I’ll be able to play to my skills instead of feeling I need to prove myself in areas that aren’t who I am.

At last.

I’m smiling. Anything is possible.

So I’ve five more weeks and then I’ve a passport and a Nikon and a world map….

Radioactive Imagine Dragons

Feathers.

So…..smack.

That’s the sound of me hitting the window pane, like a bird trapped in a room trying to escape.

It’s also the sound of me losing it over my job. This morning the thought of going to work left me feeling sick – with stress, dread, I don’t know what. I was saying only a few days ago I don’t know how long I can go on wanting to burst into tears at 8am.

The people I work with are amazing but what I do all day, every day is not. Partly because it’s not my company and partly because I’m almost out of what I have to give. From the minute I get to work until I go home I’m supposed to make my clients happy. If they were happy they wouldn’t call me but this is IT so there’s always something not working, a question to ask, a report to run, a resource to find or a stuff up to fix. There’s always a call to make and an answer to find.

I’m lucky my job isn’t personal, or I don’t take it personally anyway. I know it’s business and I’m just the conduit, no-one abuses me, in fact my clients are lovely, if grumpy.

The problem is the sheer volume of demands.

I didn’t think it affected my life that much until I realised I was putting up with a dodgy Internet connection because by the time I came home, I didn’t have the heart to pick up the phone and become the complainer. I put up with it right up until I knocked my laptop off the couch, buggared the wireless internet usb (not my beloved Macbook air luckily – hardy beast it is) and had to go and collect a new one in person. In person and without a single complaint required. I loved that.

At work I feel like I’m like a feather in a jet stream. There isn’t much chance of a feather harnessing the wind and so its flung from one updraft to another. That’s my day, every day.

This is the thing about my job, about anything really, we can give so much, our whole hearts when it fills us with contentment, joy, belief, but we can’t sustain that when we don’t love what we do. I used to love what I do, it fulfilled a lot of needs but then as I let a lot of beliefs go, the love affair ended.

Curiously though t I’m not planning on quitting my job. Doing so doesn’t feel right. I’m not afraid of quitting but I don’t see the point now.

What I do see the point of is stepping back from the glass, opening my eyes and looking for the open window. Like the bird, I hope I find the wisdom, and grace, to still my frantic wings and see the wide open doorway, the one that’s been there all along, just waiting for me to fly into the blue.

Turn up the love.

This awake vs sleep thing is still banging around in my brain. I can’t get it out of my head. Anytime I find myself doing something I always do, something that feels a bit mouse on a wheel, I’ve started questioning whether it’s an asleep or an awake moment.

It’s a good tool to work out if what fit me a month or a year ago or five years ago belongs here with me now. My job is a good example. I’ve always cruised along in my career (or I’ve neglected to give myself some credit) and kind of thought one day I’ll find what I love. Oh hello, how many ways have I been a half asleep little worker bee? I’ve learnt so much and I still learn a lot from what I do, however I lost sight of how those skills apply to not only my industry but a million others and how those skills give me the ability to work for myself. I’ve always wanted the freedom to consult, to write, be creative, interact with people and not be tied to a city and an office but I’ve narrowed my options for too long.

It’s not always easy and I don’t have an answer today about what to do. All I know is to trust my instinct and keep going hard for the next lily pad, knowing I’m always ok. Above all it’s a time to be open and not close down in fear because it all seems too hard. I know it’s time to turn up the love.

Sometimes it’s enough to just throw out the idea of something else, a different possibility. We don’t always have to know the exact outcome we want, we just have to be open to what comes up. After a while there is clarity, and the way becomes like a six lane highway. Solid and clear and marked by white lines to keep us headed in the right direction. Of course, after a time it’ll again become a kangaroo track, probably through sand dunes :) and each step will feel like a test of faith and we’ll have no idea which way is the way. It’s all good, it’s just the ebb and flow of life. A bit of uncertainty won’t break our hearts or bones and allows us to see so much more opportunity. Plus, for me, whether I acknowledge it or not, really, in my heart I know exactly what I want. So while I may seem consciously uncertain, I’m not really.

I suspect much of our lives are opportunities to wake up but we often choose not to see the opportunities. Maybe it’s because awake versus asleep requires us to be willing to be uncomfortable. I’ve a deal with myself to be willing to be uncomfortable when it happens. I don’t like being uncomfortable, none of us do, and yeh I know it’s not meant to be happiness and light but still, you know..ick. A deals a deal though.

A lot written about being uncomfortable discusses the idea of pushing through the discomfort to move forward in our lives. What I’ve read about willing to be uncomfortable (mostly ACT therapy*) however isn’t like that. It’s being willing to sit with, and acknowledge, discomfort without doing anything else. It’s not a method to move from A to B. It’s not a means to an end. It’s simply asking us to sit still and experience this moment of discomfort like any other moment we have. We can cry if we want or feel angry, shameful, embarrassed, guilty, anything, so long as we notice what comes up and immerse ourselves in it. After a while – 5 minutes, 5 hours, 5 days, whatever it takes – eventually the discomfort disappears. It’s replaced with an expanded consciousness because we’ve move beyond our discomfort (and the moment). We’ve expanded our world and how could you not turn up the love on that?

* A good starting place is Dr Russ Harris’s The Confidence Gap. If you google his name you’ll find podcasts too. I like Dr Russ because he’s speaks from experience, doesn’t sugar coat psychology and reminds me it’s ok to stuff up quite a lot :)