This past Monday I began a new adventure, at a new place of work.
As it is anytime you start a fresh assignment in life, the transition has been exciting, and a little nerve wracking, overwhelming, and just downright fun.
I am someone who never really likes to do anything without being, well, incredibly versed in whatever it is that I am doing (aka I am a foolhardy perfectionist), so starting out as the new gal is always a bit of a learning curve for me.
It never really does get easier, but my belief in myself and my abilities has grown as I have also grown (older), and so I do have an easier time coping with the pressure that I put on myself.
But I have a confession to make.
Perhaps not exactly a confession, but an addendum (or perhaps the opposite of an addendum?) to this tale –
I quit my old job before I had secured my current position.
I’m not sure if any of you remember, but about five thousand years ago I wrote about the fact that I had “a secret” – something that I desperately wanted to share with all of you, but couldn’t for reasons (annoyingly) that I couldn’t divulge.
My plan had been to put in my notice with my old employer, take the summer to both spend time with Marc, and finally take a moment to think about what it was I wanted to do in the next phase of my career.
I had tentatively been putting together a project plan around starting a non-profit focused on providing writing and theatre opportunities for young women here in New Westminster, and had also planned on doing public speaking for Big Sisters through the United Way in the fall.
However, nothing had actually been set in stone.
I would be throwing caution to the wind, jumping into the void, and using all the other available clichés I could think of, to take the biggest (professional) risk of my relatively young career.
Many people sought to tell me that handing in my notice with no concrete job prospects, or guarantee of income was more than a little scary.
But despite this, I knew that leaving my old position was the best thing I could do for myself.
Sure, what they were telling me was, for all intents and purposes, correct. I would be lying if I didn’t say that I had some trepidation thinking about the unknown – but I also received an incredible amount of energy, excitement, and giddiness thinking about it.
In the end I trusted my abilities to succeed far more than I did my occasional stomach twinges of anxiety.
I knew that something would come up.
And in the end something did.
Just five days after handing in my letter of resignation, my current job was posted.
Nine days later the position was mine.
I am still incredulous at the serendipitous nature of the whole process – but hey, in the end you’ve got to just trust your instincts, right?
Because in the end, you are the only one who knows what will make you the happiest – whether that means staying until you find your next step, or jumping out of that plane knowing for certain that the parachute will unfold – it’s best to follow your head, heart, and gut.
(But just check to see if the parachute is indeed there. That might be good too.)