I am caught somewhere between euphoria and blind panic. Once again Clare has jumped out of the frying pan and straight into the fire. Lets just hope that this time I don’t get burnt.
I resigned yesterday. After working for this company for 28 months, I came back from my lunch break, took a look at my desk and decided that I didn’t want to sit there anymore. So I wrote my resignation letter, sent it to the business owner and went about my business.
I’m a planner by nature. I make lists, I consult these lists. I write out more lists of pros and cons and then ask everyone else what they think I should do. After that I call both my mothers asking them what they would do in my position and then I will make a decision, sweat about it for a month before following through.
Only once in my life have I made a life changing decision on the spur of the moment. June last year, I printed out 4 different hair styles, got the girls in the office to vote on their favorite and ended up with hair like this
oh yes... a bob with bangs...
which was fine until everyone I saw told me that they just mistook me for my mother. I look back on it as a life lesson, and it will live on forever as one of those crazy things I did in my youth. I will store it away with my other life lessons and bring it out only when I need to prove to my children that I was young and reckless once too.
This time thought I decided to take my life into my own hands and do something that I want to do, based solely on the fact that I really want to do it. I’m not going to be a receptionist for the rest of my life. I have no idea what exactly the rest of my life is going to look like, but sitting behind a desk being at the beck and call of every man and his dog is definitely not it.
So my genius plan for the future? Your guess is as good as mine. Something fabulous will come up and I will love it. I will wake up and want to go to work for once. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Good Luck Kangaroo Girl! Sometimes ya gotta jump off the cliff and just fly! You will succeed in whatever u do. I have no doubt of that!
Thanks Mark
I think it was the right thing to do. There is no point going to work every day when you hate your job. At least I can smile and mean it now thought so that’s a plus 
Whoa. That’s…that is one hardcore decision there Clare. I hope you don’t come to regret it, but somehow, I doubt you will. You are most definitely made for better things than “receptionist at Harcourts.”
May I ask though: am I partway to blame for this?
Well sort of… I guess. But in a good way I think.
You forced me to come to the realisation that I am more than capable of making my own choices. I need to stop second guessing every decision I make. This has been coming for a long time. If I fall flat on my face I promise not to blame you too much
You know what they say, even not making a decision is a decision, so just go for it! Good luck:)
Whoa – that’s pretty bold! Sometimes it’s what you need to do, though. I hope you find what makes your heart sing, Sparkle! <3
Incidentally, you don't need that hair story to show your kids that you were young and reckless – they just need to read your blog! :-p
u wont regret it, i promise…