Why leaving my job was the best decision EVA (as told by children's book covers)

I think it should start off in grade school. They should ask kids to play by themselves. Those who don't listen, who wander around the room distracting other kids, throwing cardboard building bricks, playing "I'm not touching you"... they are suitable for the workplace.

Those who play by themselves happily, occupy themselves with stickers or a book, they are not suitable for the workplace and should be ushered into an alternate occupation. 

​A creative mind thrives off independence and shouldn't be forced to fit in a box not made for it.

​Many people don't favor this opinion because it implies that the person in question is "special" (which in this day and age is the pejorative equivalent of calling someone a "millenial"). Nine times out of ten the person in question will have problems with authority--and not in the 80's punk rock Heathers way but in the psychological way where every incompetency results in a higher octave of perpetual internal screaming. 

Fast forward a few years and the sticker-loving introvert is stuck at a desk job, wondering why it seems so hard.

​Belonging to the generation of kids branded with a scarlet E  (Entitled), the idea of leaving a job that makes you feel like shit about yourself is a no-brainer. To the adults who raised them, it's professional suicide. You might as well claim your cardboard box outside the adult bookstore and start learning how to speak squirrel. 
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Maybe all of this is true and maybe using the term "funemployment" is the cringey equivalent of daily affirmations in front of the bathroom mirror.

​Without a doubt, not knowing where your next dollar is coming from is sometimes an overwhelming thought. But it's also a thought that reminds you of who you are. 

When you remove the voices telling you to "work harder, do more, get married, follow directions, listen up, be successful, obey orders," you're left with only yourself as company.

At first Yourself will have a voice that sounds a lot like those that told you to live for your next paycheck. But after a while Yourself grows back to what it was when you were a kid. And as you explore your independence, you feel yourself getting more in tune with the world around you. After a while you start to once again hear the perpetual OM: the steady knowledge that no matter what you do or where you go, you're safe inside yourself, and happy to be there enjoying the ride. 

Maybe at the end of the day you get a job as a waitress, or you start schooling all over again, or you get rid of all your belongings and live in a van (each option honorable in its own right). Regardless, you'll figure it out as you go. The world will carry you with it.

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