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At 24, my life was pretty good. I had a nice apartment, an active social life, a boyfriend and a stable job. My job wasn’t life altering or anything, but it was a liveable wage and my boss was incredible. She was like a work mom, and since my mom was 3000 miles away, she would give me advice when I needed it. All together, it was comfortable and I had fun, but deep down, there was a voice telling me that this wasn’t what I was meant to be doing. You know that saying though, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it? Well, I remained under that until one day… it broke.
My boss at the office I was an administrative assistant at pulled me aside one day and said that my position had been eliminated company wide, and they had no alternative to offer me. However, since they didn’t want to leave me empty handed, I basically had a paycheck coming to me for the next 6 weeks but I wouldn’t have any tasks to do. Basically, I was a lame duck. I would come in and read, or work on my resume every day. It wasn’t horrible, but I knew it was all about to change, and I was totally unprepared for it.
Debbie, my boss, grabbed me one day to help her clean up some files, well, that’s what I thought anyway. As I sit across from her, she looks me right in the eye and asks, “so… what are you doing?” I must’ve looked confused because she then said… “with your life.”
I don’t know, I told her, cause really, I didn’t want to face the fact that my comfortable life was about to change. “I guess I’ll find another job,” I said. That was my only plan, find another job. At home, I was facing the fact that I didn’t really like my boyfriend but with no job, couldn’t afford to have him move out and my social life while good, was getting complicated because an old flame had come back.
It was like she knew because she just bluntly said, “Baby girl, you gotta stop being comfortable and go with your gut. Comfort is nice, but your instincts know you deserve more.”
I took her advice to heart, and after debating on what I wanted, I enrolled in college and got a full time job supporting that role. I was a Legal Assistant and Paralegal with a very bright future ahead. But I never stopped remembering what she said about listening to my gut. When I was laid off of my last paralegal gig several years later, I made the gut decision to build this blog instead. It has been the best decision I ever made, and I know it was because I followed my instincts. So thanks Debbie, for being there and teaching me to follow my gut.
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