I was offered a new position at my company after my department was dissolved due to a recent acquisition. The job was sold to me as “customers will call in and yell at you.” It would be a stepping stone to a sales position, if that’s where I wanted to go. That’s where the money is.
I took a few worrisome days and sleepless nights, negotiated here and there, but I had made the decision the instant they handed me the offer letter: I want out of corporate life.
I spoke to my dad about it, framing it as a choice between a very clear path and an opaque path.
“Which is which?” he asked.
“The corporate job, that’s the clear path.”
“No, it’s not.” He’s right; working for other people is never a clear path. Who’s to say when the next round of lay-offs will be?
The CEO called me to talk me into the job, but I don’t want a life wherein my day is dictated by the few people who are actually making money worthy of the stress.
So I chose freedom.
Almost instantly, the depression that’s been hounding me for the past several weeks, the illness that’s been keeping me home “sick” from work at least once a week, began to lift. I could sleep. I could wake up and look forward to my day.
So what now?
I’ve spent the past three years building up my yoga teaching reputation, and the yoga community in Santa Barbara is beautifully supportive and exploding right now; two more studios are opening this month in an already saturated market. There is no dearth of opportunity there.
I’m looking into various education opportunities, now that I have the luxury of time: massage school? Buddhism studies? Physical therapy?
I don’t have to make a decision now, but even if I did, it would be the right one.