10.20.20 // I quit my job after only 90 days

Last month I wrote a post about how "life is short..."
.
There was a reason why I posted it, but I wasn't ready to share it until today...
.
At the end of the month, I quit my job.
.
I quit my brand new, beautiful job.
.
It was a job that was perfect by all stretches of the imagination. A job working with a dream team including incredible mentors and brilliant colleagues. A job that not only supported my nomadic dreams but encouraged my remote work regardless of COVID.
.
It was a job that challenged me in so many great ways and I was working with a powerful client roster. It was a job, years in the making. My eyes were set on the beautiful gilded position that I held most high.
.
"But, then Liz, why would you quit...?".
.
Because this beautiful position wasn't for me. While it is still a perfect position, it wasn't what I've been searching for as I've grown as an individual. I felt it at my core after only 90 days.
.
My intuition was nagging me and for once, instead of being concerned about my resume, I listened. I told my two closest mentors (my bosses) that it wasn't the right fit. They were kind, gracious, and loving because that's the kind of humans they are. Humans who I still look up to and inspire to be like even if I'm taking a step away from them.
.
"But Liz, no job is perfect."
.
I know this, I know this well, but for me, work should be challenging in a way that moves you towards your goals and what feels right for YOU. Not in a way that makes sense to others- that's including your family, your friends, and social constructs.
.
And while it might take another 29 years to find my calling, I know I'm at least moving in the right direction and taking steps in this life to figure out who the hell I am.
.
Because, after all, we only have this one life.