I tried to quit my job. I really did.
I recently gave my notice.
My time was finally here. I was going to have A LOT more flexibility in my life. This was what I had been dreaming about for the longest time.
The thought was…
I’ll do a great job during the notice period. I’ll get sent off with a smile. I will wish everyone my sincerest best (I really will miss them!), but I will be done. Finito. Close the book and open a new one.
Not so fast…
“Can you please provide part time assistance from home until your replacement is here?”
When my boss asked me that question, my mouth agreed to it faster than my brain could fully think it over. I was set to leave on February 9th.
My replacement, who needed to relocate, was not going to arrive until March 26th. That’s 7 weeks right there.
And– no one could expect the new person to be up and running on their first day. I had no idea how long I was signing up for and it scared me a little.
My boss was really flexible with the terms of the arrangement. I was only going to need to handle certain tasks and I only needed to work 15 hours per week. In exchange, I would receive a prorated salary.
It was a great thing for both me and the company, really. I could earn a few more dollars (which never hurts) that I hadn’t planned for. And- I could help out my boss and others who I liked and did not want to leave in the lurch.
I had already committed to working another part time job effective February 12th. So by agreeing to also continue work for the company I was leaving, I essentially set myself up to be working full time for the next couple of months.
I think I missed the point.
I was still fully booked.
It really felt like a dream deferred.
I sulked about it a bit, but I realized one crucially important thing: I would be home.
No more commuting (which used to eat up two hours of my day). No more getting up really early (hurray for flexible scheduling)!
I could work in my jammies at least some days of the week.
My fridge would be a few steps away.
I could work from my bed, my desk, my couch or my porch (which has the fantastic view that inspires this blog).
While this isn’t exactly what I had in mind, it was a big step in the right direction. And as long as I am moving towards my goals, I am happy!
Characterizing My Days…
Update: So far, this arrangement has worked out pretty well.
I will say that juggling the two part time jobs, plus a third gig-type job, plus writing this website, plus actually living my life has been just a teensy bit chaotic.
But you know what?
I enjoy being busy.
And little by little, the constant bursts of activity will be more and more for my own interests. Incrementally, I will own more of my hours and will be free to give them to who or what I please.
Achieving goals is an incredible rush– a true part of being alive.
But you know what’s also exhilarating? Anticipation. I am itchy (in a good way) to see how everything will unfold. I will do everything I can to shape what’s to come, but will have the serenity to let the universe flow as it may.
I may be answering emails, recruiting for accountants or trying to figure out online advertising for right now, but at least I am still able to spend every day by the lake.