I quit my job last week.
The short of it is that I’ve been struggling with lots of ups and downs (depression? Maybe. I’m not a fan of labels). I couldn’t get out of bed. I wasn’t doing my job (I worked from home on contract so I get paid if I complete the job, and if I don’t… well, I don’t get paid. Unlike the typical desk job where you get paid weekly or bi-weekly, I only got paid once the specific task was complete. This is the first time I’ve ever had this problem job-wise – I’m normally a reliable and hardworking employee). After much back-and-forth, I finally decided that I had to quit. Something about this job situation was detrimental to me in a way I couldn’t fully understand. I was in a very bad cycle of being unmotivated, not doing anything all day, feeling guilty for being lazy/unmotivated, being more unmotivated, sleeping more. Repeat.
But that’s not the topic of this post. It’s just the backstory. Here’s the main point. Ready? After quitting, I decided to fill up my remaining time in Perth (one month) with things I enjoy. I needed to get out of my rut.
I created a mental list of things I’ve always wanted to do and things I know I love, including (but not limited to): gymnastics, yoga, any other physical activities, take singing lessons, join a choir, teach myself guitar, take acting classes/join a theatre production/do some extra work, get headshots, keep up my blog, dye my hair balayage style (I have virgin hair so it’s kind of a big deal), get a piercing (I was recently told I’d look good in a nose ring and I’m contemplating), get a tattoo (mom, if you’re reading this, don’t freak out! I probably won’t do it. But maybe I will. If I do, it’ll be nice and meaningful, promise). PS – I want to do everything as cheaply as possible because, um, I’m unemployed!
Accomplished so far: I’ve been to three adult gymnastics classes so far ($20/class), been to yoga once ($10/class), went rock climbing with Josh once so far (we bought 10 passes each – online deal cost $60/each), I went for my first singing lesson (free 30 min trial + $20 for an additional 30 min session. Normally $40/hour session), I totally revamped my blog (free!), I bought a crazy cheap deal online for professional headshots ($19 includes 1 hour photoshoot and $300 credit towards printing photos).
As you can see, I haven’t done any of the more riské things on my list. I’m really not a spontaneous person (quite the opposite) so we’ll see if any of those happen.
When I mentioned my plan to one of my roommates, she responded with a smile: “Are you going through a quarter life crisis or something?”
I laughed. “Maybe.”
I mean the time is right. I’m 23. Yup, about a quarter of the way there if I’m being optimistic.
If this is a quarter life crisis, it really isn’t too bad. I mean, yea, I’m going through some sort of crazy emotional ups and downs (which might be genetic and totally out of my control). But my roommate doesn’t know that about me, as far as I know. The part that is “crisis” worthy is the fact that I quit a job I didn’t like and decided to only do things I love.
At first, I didn’t really give my roommate’s comment a second thought. I thought it was funny and I kind of agreed with her. But the more I thought about it, the more it concerned me. It’s pretty universal that my plan is a solid example of what a “mid/quarter life crisis” looks like. But why is it that shedding the things I dislike and committing to doing things I love crisis-worthy? Obviously the zero-income part seems questionable, but I’m fully aware that it’s temporary. I’m giving myself this one month of pure fun while I’m in Australia. I came to Oz to have a good time before settling down as an adult in Canada. I know there’s a good chance I won’t always love my job. But I didn’t travel across the world to be responsible and unhappy. I could have stayed in Canada and done that. I have enough savings that I’m not concerned in the slightest. When else will I have this freedom? This opportunity?
So, quarter-life crisis? Maybe. I’m not quite sure. Either way, I don’t really mind. Right now, I’m glad to go with the flow and enjoy myself as much as possible (without being dangerously reckless, of course). How can that be bad?
Here are some inspirational photos: