A few weeks ago I quit my job: I woke up one morning and realised I didn’t need it and it wasn’t making me happy.
It was a bit more complicated than that; I’ve got a place on my dream design course (more on that later), and I needed to resign in order to go back to London to take it up. But things are still a bit up in the air: I may yet not be able to do it, and I had been holding onto my secure, well paid, job as a safety net in case things didn’t work out.
And then it hit me that I didn’t know why.
I don’t need to keep this job, if things don’t work out and I find myself with a year to fill, I can take any old job, save up enough money for a flight to Peru and go learn Spanish for a few months. Sounds fun!
The more I thought about it, the more I realised that the safety net of a good job had been stopping me taking a risk on something I have desperately wanted to do for a very long time. Far from being there to save me if things went wrong, the net had become the very thing stopping me trying. Nets, I realised, are meant for catching things, and not only when we fall.
Is your safety net keeping you in a place you don’t really want to be?