When one door closes, another one opens – Alexander Graham Bell
In August, I quit my full-time job. The decision came after months of feeling dissatisfied with the course my life was on. I was working six to seven days every week for the last several of months and I felt I like I was losing control of my life. I strongly believe in working hard, but this chaotic schedule was doing more harm than good. Let’s go to the start.
Three months after walking across the stage to receive my Bachelor’s degree, I was referred to a company by a close friend. Despite the job being completely unrelated to my degree, I was unemployed and needed the money (benefits are nice too). I went through two interviews and I was fortunate enough to land the job. A few hours later, I received an email. One of those emails you have to double check to confirm it’s real. The email was from one of the top Broadcast Media companies in the world – a place that would launch my career and a role I trained for in my undergraduate career. Since I am an opportunist, I decided to pursue the freelance opportunity too. A few weeks later, I received a phone call from the company offering me the position. I told them I would think it through and will get back to them in a couple of days. So the days to follow I came up with a master plan. I strategically came up with a way to work both jobs and I accepted the freelance gig. My full time job was for bills and my freelance job was for passion.
The first few weeks were hard. I had to adjust my body to the hustle and bustle. I had to adjust my mind to be more positive. I was having 12 hour days – EVERY DAY. But soon it became like second nature. It almost felt as if I became robotic – I was definitely on autopilot. I wondered how long I could keep it up. Not to mention, I was still trying to have a social life. My life was going 90 miles-per-hour in a 45 zone and I crashed.
Reality hit me hard. Life has a funny way of revealing things to you. After six months of this lifestyle, I was injured in a serious car accident. Now that I think about it, I think the reason it happened was because it’s the only way to stop when you’re life is going at that pace. Following the accident, I was unable to work due to my injuries. It was the first time I had more than two days off in forever it seemed.
I thank god every day I am here. The first few days after the accident, I was an emotionally mess. The only things I did were feel sorry for myself, be angry, and cry. I questioned why the accident had to happen. I felt like all my hard work was interrupted. But after a few weeks, I stopped living in the past and started looking actively towards the future. I started thinking about who I wanted to be and where I wanted to be. Through that discovery, I realized I no longer wanted to work a job only to pay bills. I realized that I wanted to go full force towards my dreams. Most importantly, I realized that I wanted to leave that job.
After four months, I was finally cleared to return back to both jobs. I returned, but I knew I wouldn’t be there for much longer. Since my freelance job was not hiring any full time positions, every day after work, I applied to several jobs. I was fortunate enough to get interviews with several other major broadcast companies, but I received no offer. Once you know what you want in life, you have to act on it. The last day of August was my last day at my full time job. Although I only had the freelance job (I worked there two days a week at most), I had a plan. I gave myself three months to find a new full time job, but under the condition that it had to be a role I was passionate about.
Today, I am proud to say that this past week I accepted a full time job and it is a job that will further launch my career. Admittedly, taking that leap of faith was scary, but not as scary as becoming a corporate America zombie. Just remember that every ending creates space for a new beginning. If you don’t chase your dream today, when will you?