The hardest part of working at a job you hate is acknowledging that you work at a job you hate.
Not everyone will be able to admit this and in some cases, this may not hold true, which is fine. Good for you!
But when you finally face up to the fact that you’re meant to be anywhere but there, in that job that sucks your energy, it is so hard to wake up every morning and get on with your day.
Some days would be good; better than normal, either because you slept more the night before or you had something outside of work to look forward to.
Most days, however, would be awful.
I am speaking from experience here.
The very thought of having to put my ‘work clothes’ on in the morning, commute on that bloody bus to do work that was unfulfilling and engage in conversations that were uninspiring, seriously left me with a great big knot in my stomach.
And if you’re anything like me, there would be times that you think it is just easier to die than have to go in for yet another day.
Yes, it really was that deep.
There were times when I woke up after hearing my alarm go off and snoozing it about four times before I struggled to get myself up. I would sit on the edge of the bed and cry, and question myself, like is this really me? Is this really life at such a young age? And my husband would always tell me to not go in if I felt that shit, but I always did, I always went in.
I was doing what I thought I had to do to survive. Somehow this survival instinct is so far ingrained in us, that it stops us from making the changes that we have to make in order to live.
But what I’ve come to fully appreciate all these years later after I got the guts to leave the job that was killing me aka the graveyard, is that it was me who created this prison. No one else.
It took getting imprisoned in the ‘physical sense’ for me to realise what I had done to myself in the metaphysical sense.
But alas there’s hope.
At least you have acknowledged that you hate your job right? That’s one step in the right direction, which means you can start making subtle changes.
It took me over a year to leave after acknowledging this cruel fact – which in hindsight was far too long.
The reason I write this today is because my husband shared a piece of poetry that drudged up all these feelings once again and I thought I would share not only the poem but also my thoughts and feelings.
I pray as you embark on your day today that you have a good day and may the Lord give us all strength to make the changes necessary in order to do more than survive 🙂
I am not sure what specifically this post was for, but just as most of my posts are born out of me learning from my experiences, this is no exception, so I would love to hear from you in the comments section below.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for not judging. And thank you for being kind.
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