I quit my job last week.
And I know I should feel scared, but I don’t. I mean, I do feel a little scared. But I am much more excited than petrified. I am quitting my job with no definite plan, without a full job offer, and without any idea. And that’s okay.
I keep telling myself it’s okay, because it will be.
Being completely honest, it’s been a challenging several months. I’ve been trying so hard to figure out what I’m doing next, working on 3-months plans and 5-year plans and then tossing every plan aside. It’s been petrifying to figure out whether I want to stay in China or not. Whether I want to stay in my apartment or not. Whether I want to stay in my field or not. It’s been making me beyond unhappy to keep mulling those things in my mind, without a way out. And then I realized I do have a way out.
So here I am, without a plan, ready to take the next step, whatever it may be.