A bad scenario would be quitting your job without any idea of what to do next. But just as bad is knowing exactly what you want to do, and then weeks into it realize, nah, that’s not it.
I was doing what I loved while working, but in such small hard won amounts that I thought it would be fabulous to have all day to do whatever I enjoy. And I have many interests.
I had several dreams on the shelf. For decades I longed to make them real. At last, shake off the dust and let’s get rolling!
Well, that lasted a short while.
It’s not that I stopped wanting or enjoying what I do.
It’s. Just. Not. Quite. It.
This feels as frustrating as having a sink full of dirty dishes. You know you got to tackle it, but lack the energy.
Not that EVER, in a million, zillion, kabillion years would I ever go back to the job I left. I am so happy to be out of there!
I guess I waited too long to do my dreams and they changed and I didn’t notice. Maybe there is a better version of my dreams waiting to be realized and I just need to stay open to it.
Things are not what they seem.