Lessons I’ve Learnt From Quitting My Job


Last week I did something I didn’t think I would do, I left my first job as a graduate after 5 months. I never intended to get a job that I would leave so early. There’s a magnitude of reasons why I felt it was the right time to go, some personal and some professional. While I know I’m going to miss the people that I was working with (because let’s face it, they are amazing) I needed to do this for me.

Putting myself first

I knew for a while that I wasn’t 100% happy in the role and what I was doing, and that wasn’t anyone’s fault. I wrestled with myself, but people liked me if I left they’d be upset. What would the company do? Would they be mad? Will I be able to even get another job? Will this wreck my savings to move out? I slept badly and was really stressed for weeks. For once I decided to do what I hardly ever do. I put myself first. I needed to think of myself, my career and my personal life, because at 22 I deserve to try new things. I’d never thought of it that way.

Accepting that not everything works out

I always give 110% to everything I do, and work was no different. I thought I had found a job that I’d love for years and stay there. This was simply something that didn’t work, for me this time. I walked around for a long time feeling ashamed and stupid. Then, after talking to a lot of different people, I realised that I can’t control everything and trying new things makes us grow. I’ve always been the kind of person who will half kill themselves trying to get something to work, this is only the second time I’ve done this and I feel a lot better.

Realising that I am in control of my own life 

I realised that I could change my life. I wasn’t 100% at what I was doing, so I changed it. I sent out a few CVs and had a lot of calls back. I didn’t have a clue that would happen, I didn’t have the confidence in myself but even though this was a hard part of my life and a huge decision it taught me that I am in control. I can make my life what I want it to be.

Changing your mind

As you all know I have had a lot of second thoughts about Creative Writing for about a month now but apart from my blog I’ve kept it quiet in uni apart from the people I have to tell. 

The truth is I’ve been struggling with the fact that I’ve changed my mind. In a way it  felt kind of like a failure, I’ve always been organised and well researched when it comes to uni. I like to know what’s going on and admitting I was wrong and picked the wrong course…it upset me. I honestly believed I was picking a course I was going to love. 

There are so many factors as to why I’ve changed my mind it’s not just people not liking my style, that would be stupid. I just don’t feel like I’m moving forward, I don’t feel confident in the group and I don’t feel like I need a Creative Writing degree to be a writer. It’s different to English Literature because I’m in love with it and passionate and I do extra work because I enjoy it! 

What I’m really trying to say is I’ve worked out that it’s ok to change your mind. Things don’t always go the way we planned, but I suppose that’s just life.