Once upon a time, I thought I was pretty miserable at my job. I made decent money, but there were some bad aspects of the job that couldn’t make up for the paycheck.
So I quit. And then shit got real, financially, and also working from home all day meant my pants stopped fitting, so I set about looking for another job. And when it came time to find another day job, I was committed to finding one that I really, truly loved.
First of all, I am the kind of person who would take ANY job over NO job. Knowing how crappy the job market was/is, I was fully prepared to deliver pizzas or clean toilets -- or perform some other job that I didn’t necessarily want to do, but that I absolutely would do if they were my only options. I knew it was possible I would not find my dream job, but I still hoped that I would.
The biggest gift quitting my relatively high-paying job gave me (aside from that sexy mountain of credit card debt and a deeper appreciation for employer-sponsored health insurance) was some perspective.