A year ago today, I walked away from my dream job.
That is, I walked away from the job I had dreamed of. But a year and a half into it, and I’d realized the job itself was far from a dream.
I was a Magazine Editor.
I made big decisions: I chose stories, issued deadlines, and networked with the movers and shakers in my up-and-coming city.
But I cried on Sunday nights.
I got stomach aches every day at 2pm because I crammed my lunch down my throat in a hurry to get back to work.
I gained 15 pounds in four months.
I didn’t walk out of my dream job because I realized how bad it was for me.
Sometimes, when you’re not strong enough to do the thing you really must do, it gets done for you.
That’s what happened to me.
And now I live in England, and I’m starting from scratch. No one here knows I used to be the editor of skirt! and Carolina Bride. (Well, a few of them do, ’cause I told them.)
My husband built me a website, and I’m making up business cards and talking to people I don’t know, convincing them I know how to write articles and press releases, edit stories and organize events. It’s scary and it’s hard.
But I only get stomach aches when I eat too much Cadbury’s chocolate.
And I’m back down to my normal, healthy, happy weight.
And I might cry on a Sunday every now and then – I can’t help it, I’m a crier – but it’s not because I can’t face the day ahead.