I quit my job today, citing “the call of the wild”.
Perhaps some may be surprised that I just spent the last
three, silent months working for the Ministry of Social Development.
Let’s not go into specifics. It was nice- nice people, relaxed
environment (it is a government ministry after all), and great to experience
the daily grind, the countless post-it notes and the feeling of being part of
something bigger for a few months. I enjoyed smiling at people, sending
borderline-uber-friendly emails and watching the flag on top of the Beehive
(that’s NZ's parliament) be blustered from north to south, north to south.
But there is a point where you have to change from “building
capital for the future” to “doing what you want to do and making it work.” So
that’s why I quit. I quit to be an artist. An entrepreneurial artist. Fear was
tempting me, luring me with the promise of comfort and security of an income. It
wasn’t that we were forgetting our dreams, it’s just that life was getting in
the way.
We have to choose the lifestyle we want, and set about
creating it. Now. Because life doesn’t wait.
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