I quit my job recently. It was a good job…a relatively well-paying job with good benefits and a dental plan. I liked my boss and enjoyed my colleagues. I found the work interesting as it frequently provided a chance to be creative, innovative and kept the cat in kibble. On the surface, everything appeared as though I was on the path to upward mobility and the good life. But inside, I was dying a little bit each day. Each day for the last several months, my soul was being diminished rather than enlarged and I was finding the emotional, spiritual, and even physical demands of the job outpaced the returns. It became a bad trade…the exchange rate was too high and the return on investment steadily got smaller. I thought I could manage the dissonance between not being in the right place but staying for reasons that seemed logical – security, stability, a fancy title and an office with windows that opened. But each day as I put on my dress slacks and slipped into my shiny black shoes, I was dressing up like an actor to play a character whose motivation I simply couldn’t understand. So I prayed for...
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