Being FUNemployed is such a sacred space that has allowed me to truly bear witness to the person that I AM. It was such an evolutionary and revolutionary period in my life. I truly gleaned the divine within my Self. This sacred space accelerated my spiritual growth. I wish this blessing upon everyone. Even if it is just a moment to pause from the insanity that work has become. If you are contemplating making this cataclysmic shift in your life, here are some tips when preparing to transition into being FUNemployed:
When you make a life changing decision to take a leap of faith it does not have to be pretty. It does not have to be graceful or even well thought out. Perfect is not even part of the equation.
The thing first and foremost on the mind of someone that wants to quit their job is “how do I get rid of the pain, anxiety and dread of having to come into work each and every morning.” I think once you realize that you have to quit- self preservation and survival is imperative.
Quitting usually comes out of desperation and hitting a rock bottom in the position that you are currently in. Your life devolves into a triage mentality where all you want is to end the pain and rip the band aid off. You want to walk amongst the living once again. You want to drink from the fountain of happiness, love and prosperity that you’ve heard so much about.
Dear Human Resources,
Things have been rather hectic at work. I am the ever dutiful employee. Never complaining, always smiling and seeing the brighter side of it all. I look to my coworkers and say- “we are a team- we can meet the deadlines, no worries.” The cubicles next to me are empty- I keep waiting for the replacements that never come. My job duties have increased but my income has not.
Over the years, technology has shrunk and collapsed the line between my personal and work life. I find myself feeling guilty while I am at work and feeling worse for wear when I finally get home.
I am never really fully anywhere- just a ghost of what I used to be walking through life. I feel this weight on my chest as if a little baby elephant has decided to have a rest. Every Friday brings the dread of a weekend too soon far gone. I dread Mondays…