I did something that didn’t work out and I feel was a bit of a mistake. I admit it. I mean, I’m only human after all and mistakes do happen. I took a job that I thought would be incredible, held so many prospects and would be something I’d be really proud of.
It’s not turned out that way. Not at all.
I left a job that I loved with some of the best people I’ve had the pleasure of working with. Scrap that, some of the best people I’ve ever met. I was happy, so happy. I loved getting up for work every morning. I worked in a team of lads that were like the big brothers I never had. I had lunch every day with the girls who drink as much as Prosecco on nights out as I like to so that worked. I met one of my closest buddies there. I was left to my own devices, they trusted me to get results and gave me a budget I thought I’d only ever dream of. It really was a dream come true.
But one day I got a phone call about a job at an emerging company that wanted me on board. There were promises of managing my own team, shaping the future of SEO within the company and being the first outreach team member. The pay wasn’t bad either; I couldn’t say no. I signed a contract and left that job I loved so much with a very heavy heart.
Skip to six months down the line, it may not seem like a long time, but I’m unhappy and when you’re unhappy it seems like an eternity.
I didn’t want to sit in an ‘overspill’ office away from everyone for a good few months where I’d go days without seeing other members of staff, but I did. I didn’t want to sit on the end of someone else’s desk when I was moved to the main office as there wasn’t space for me, but I did. I didn’t want to sit for hours upon hours writing full SEO Outreach strategies to not be able to go ahead and work on them, but I did. I feel so disappointed at how creative I want to be but I can’t be.
I don’t want to get up and go to work every day in somewhere I feel I’m not being creative or utilised to my full potential. I don’t want to sit at my desk and do the jobs I’ve been given when it’s not what I signed up for. I don’t want to wear thermal socks in my Dr.Martens in the office because it’s so cold. I don’t want to, I just can’t do it anymore.
So I’m not going to.
Today is my last day at that job. I’m now about to spend a week with my most favourite human in one of my favourite places. And you know what, I couldn’t be happier.
Do I have a new job lined up? No!
Do I know what I want to do next? Not entirely.
Does that worry me? Not at all.
I’ve got the full support of Mike, the full support of my parents and the full support of those closest to me. That’s all that matters right now; that people believe in me. I’m filled with content ideas, photoshoot inspiration and videos I can’t wait to create, but as much as I love my blog this isn’t me announcing I’m going to be doing it full time; I’m going to freelance, try new things and really focus on what I want. This is me taking a break to find something I really want to do and I can’t wait to fully embrace it.