I started blogging in high school, but it was a side hobby that featured fashion collections, #ootd (before there were hashtags became popular- I’m not that old), and it turned into an everyday journal in college. I was on blogger.com, and followed blogs like The Blushing Ambition, The Stylish Wanderer, and Jess Loves Fred. I was a budding “fashion blog.” Sometimes I would revisit blogs I used to follow in high school, and these were the blogs I used to live by and I tried to be like them. (First mistake, you see, “I tried to be like them,” but I was 16 at the time, and I was into following trends). A few years has passed since I was a sophomore in high school, and these fashion blogs I used to follow update less and less, and some blogs have been left unattended for months. My old blog was on blogger.com called Flowers and Teacups. In my blog, there were periods where I posted a lot and periods where I had writer’s block, and now it’s just remnants of my old self. I still love my previous blog, but some of my writing and pictures are embarrassing. My fashion choices were a little questionable, and my venting is a little immature.
I’m just shy of working a full year, my last day of work would be a few days before meeting 11 months of full time work. I know, I was so close, and I cringe at how close I was to reaching a year. I worked at a medical office, and working here has changed my career outlook because of the somewhat dispassionate environment, lack of communication, and the inefficiencies of the daily tasks. At first, the beginning months, I had a hopeful gleam and twinkle in my eyes when I went to work. A few month later, I began looking tired, and in the recent weeks it was getting harder to get up, my motivation was waning, and I thought about quitting almost every hour. My goal was to work for a full year, but I couldn’t do it. I started to become too comfortable and complacent. I wasn’t being challenged, I felt my mind going dull, and it became boring. I also briefly lost sight of my academic and career goals. However, I’m grateful for the experience, opportunity, advice I’ve gotten, and the people I’ve met, but there was a switch in me that knew, “it’s time to peace out.” People dropped like flies at this office, but I’m going to soar. Continue reading “Quitting My Job”