I’m a 30-year-old salaried woman living in the capital of a tropical country, and I think I’m ready to quit. It’s been a year since I started planning to leave this job. Not because they don’t pay well or bad office, it is about me.
I’ve been working for 5 years, and that’s enough time to learn my field. I’ve attended so many farewell parties, and almost all the colleagues I started with have already left. Don’t you think it’s time for me to go?
I am scared to be stuck in the same position for too long. While most people are searching for comfort, I am afraid to be too comfortable. It doesn’t sit right with my mind and heart.
I’m ready to admit that I cannot sit still. I used to say that I love doing nothing, but it turns out what I actually need is balance—a break, not a permanent pause. The thing is, when you turn every day as your break-time, you start to lose your grip.
The grip that keeps you wanting to learn.
The grip that keeps your discipline intact.
The grip that helps you finish what you started.
The grip that pushes you to become a better version of yourself every day.
And I’ve lost that grip already. It makes me sad to see myself turning into an unmotivated potato slouch at my desk. Every time I sit in my workspace, I feel like I’m losing my vision. I no longer know whom I’m working for, what company I’m striving, or what goal I’m truly chasing.
Everything feels blurry right now, and I hate that feeling.
Maybe this is less of an article and more of a confession. But maybe I just want some random people on the other side of the world to hear my story, without judging the options I have now. And if you were me, would you dare to quit and take a break? Or would you keep holding on, even while losing sight of yourself?