I’ve read so many amazing things this year about writers who have been able to pivot successfully from another career into the one that they love. And I had the opportunity to do it myself through a stroke of luck. I jumped out of my well-paying job that was I was really good at. But that was not satisfying me. Or my soul. And I pushed myself into the pivot. Things were finally happening and I was moving.
But now that I’m almost on the other side, I’m finding that my pivot feels more like a rubber band. And I’m snapping back. Back into that job that I did really well—but that I hated. It’s been a week. A heck of a week. When I found out that I had to go back in, I was just…disheartened. Lethargic. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to jump back into a job when I had absolutely no enthusiasm.
And then sucked in my breath and I dove back in. And you know what? I could do it. I COULD jump right back in. Because even if I don’t have the heart at it, I’m damn good at it. Ten times better than anyone else there. Because I have an understanding of the underpinnings of the job better than anyone else does. But for that reason, I also know how ridiculous it is. I’m beyond the petty games that are played. Even if I’m good at them. I don’t want to play them anymore.
Yes, I know, having a high paying job doesn’t seem like the worst thing on the planet. Even if it’s a soul-sucking job. And it’s not I guess. And yet…here I am.
So for me, it only strengthens my resolve. I will get out. Because I’m just done.