I wake up, take a bath, go to the office, work, clock out, go home, work online, and sleep. On weekends, I travel to let loose and stay sane. This routine has been going on for a couple of years and I’ve grown comfortable with my surroundings that I feel the need for change.
Somehow, this travel addiction has reached a different level that it has become a factor to consider whenever I make a big decision. Such is the case of quitting a job.
Yes, I’m resigning.
I’m saying goodbye to almost six years of working in a corporate setting and I’m transitioning to a career that will allow me to be more location-independent. Even if the compensation is not as grand, doing this will satisfy my thirst for travel.
I was so excited to share the news to colleagues that when I told them about it, some were happy for me since I’m pursuing my interests. However, there were those who thought that I was making a hasty decision which didn’t make a lot of sense. When they found out I wasn’t joking, they aired their thoughts.
Me: Guess what? I’m resigning!
Me: Yeah, I am. I’ve been at this for 2 years already. But now I’m ready.
Colleague: What are you going to do?
Me: I’ll backpack for 6 months out of the country or I don’t know. I haven’t completely figured it out yet, but I want to travel and bring my work with me.
Colleague: Do you have insurance?
Me: No. But I’ll work on it.
Colleague: Do you have enough savings?
Me: I’ve some, not a lot.
Colleague: Where will you get the money?
Me: Blogging and my online jobs. I know someone who’s already done it.
Colleague: So after 6 months, what are you planning to do?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe I’ll continue travelling, or I’ll write a book.
Colleague: Are you sure? Have you ever had your articles reviewed by a professional?
Me: *Ouch* Why the negativity?
Colleague: I’m bursting your bubble to get you out of your delusions of grandeur.
Me: Well, if things don’t go according to plan, I can always go back.
Colleague: You’ll start from scratch again.
Me: I don’t mind. At least I tried.
Harsh facts and being told that my thoughts were “delusions of grandeur” was below the belt, but I still managed to keep my head cool. I didn’t expect these to come out from the people I work with; especially those that are close to me.
There were a lot more questions that I wondered if announcing it was a wise judgment. But I know that they’re just concerned about my welfare as this is, after all, one of those big choices that you don’t decide overnight. They’ve seen me in my struggles to keep my head afloat just to survive. Surely, they also want what’s best for me.
Most of them have the notion that if I quit my job, it’s already the end of everything; as if my life depended on it. Don’t get me wrong, I love the company and I appreciate all the benefits that come with the work. I’m just at a point where I’m bent on doing something more.
However, the phrase just cracks me up.
Delusions of Grandeur
I started working when I was 17 years old with a couple of normal and odd jobs. I began working in a BPO company at 19. I got in because I mustered all the courage to pass a series of interviews and exams. Not having finished college and at a time when most companies preferred those who had degrees, I had to step up and pull myself together. Even at that time, another applicant advised me to finish my studies, or get a crash course the way he did in order to easily pass the application process. What he didn’t realize was that I couldn’t even afford to pay to print a simple resume, much more apply for a certificate course.
He probably thought I was delusional to apply when I didn’t have any satisfying credentials to offer, nor did I undergo the same training he did. I got hired though, and met him again during my first day at the office. We ended up working in the same department.
If I didn’t have these “delusions of grandeur”, I wouldn’t have accomplished anything.
I’d be sad if I hear a parent tell a kid to stop dreaming big and face the realities of life. To rob a child of innocence is something painful to watch. Come to think of it, when did we lose sight of our childhood dreams to follow what’s been dictated by society? To study and get good grades so you can get a decent job and have a secure life? When did we stop our desire for the arts and our passions simply because people say there’s no money in them?
I don’t mean to say that searching for security is a bad thing. But hey, we only have a few bullets to take those shots in life. I prefer to use mine while I still have some.
Before It’s Too Late
I’m really lucky to have been brought up with the thought that anything is possible so long as I believe in something and take action on it. Now that I see that there’s a bigger chance for me to fulfill my dreams, I want to use my time to accomplish other passions while I still can. Sure, there will be a lot of sacrifices along the way, but I’m willing to take the risk now rather than regret not doing it later on.
This step to location independence was a decision that I made 2 years ago; but it didn’t work out because I wasn’t prepared, financially. I’m still not fully prepared now but I have this feeling that everything will take its place. Besides, I’m just shifting careers instead of ‘not’ working altogether.
I’m not even certain if travelling is my main passion in life, that I’d do anything just to travel. But I know that I want to cross out items in my bucket rather than wonder about possibilities. This is a big risk but I’m ready to jump. I hope I keep moving forward.
How difficult is it to go against the norm?
Whenever people share unpleasant statements and tell me that I should stick to the tide, I don’t get into a heated argument as I deem it useless especially when minds are two poles apart. I’d rather mum in silence, suck it up and let time decide the consequences of my actions. Life is too short to worry about what other people think of me.
But all the things that people say, all the negativity; they push me to my limits so I can strive harder. Whenever people believe that there’s no future in what I do, it’s all the more reason for me to challenge myself and prove that there is.