It has now been almost 12 weeks since I quit my job to explore my creative desires, and in some ways I feel like I have nothing to show for it, while in other ways I feel like I’ve moved mountains.

It’s been eight weeks since I quit my job, and I’m still finding it hard to let go and trust, which was the entire point of this whole explosive decision. I knew jumping straight into a new life and a new way of thinking wasn’t going to be as easy as snapping my fingers, especially given what I had on my plate the weeks following my career departure. Still, I hadn’t planned for the feelings I would encounter at this point in the journey. 

When it comes to reading, some of us are drawn to fiction writings of far-off places or mythical adventures. Others may like to get lost in a murder mystery or romance novel that allows them to escape everyday life. I, however, have come to realize that I prefer non-fiction writings.

I recently quit my job to listen to my inner muse—and it has me thinking about quitting in a whole new way.

There wasn’t one dramatic moment. No big breaking point. No clear plan waiting on the other side. Just a quiet, steady knowing that had been getting harder to ignore. Something wasn’t right.