A year and a half ago, I quit my job. I felt burned out and disillusioned and was just fed up with inadequacy. My own, my boss’, the system’s. Inadequacy and incompetence. It kept echoing in my mind; we’re not doing enough and we’re not good enough at what we’re doing.
I’ve been a social worker for 12 years and worked with both young and adults, refugees in crisis, people with psychiatric problems, substance abuse – all of it. It has been hard at times, but always meaningful. Somehow the sense of meaning drowned. For a while all I could see was the flaws, and honestly it broke my heart that we weren’t working harder to fix them. But talking to coworkers I realized that they were all okay. They were aware of what wasn’t working, but they had a “well, I’m doing the best I can while I’m here and I’m okay with it not being good enough” attitude. I wasn’t okay. So, after a lot of thinking and feeling, I quit.
I was going to give myself some time to refocus and figure out what this new life of mine was going to look like. Naively I thought it would take a few months. Ha! What actually happened was a long period of letting go. I had been involved in an organization and even worked as an ambassador for a few years, but I realized that our values were no longer aligned, so after another round of deep thinking and feeling, I resigned that as well. A few friendships that had meant a lot to me also ended; some because I let go, some because I was let go.
Throughout the process, three major themes have been in play; security, identity and belonging. How will I get by without a steady paycheck? Who am I if I’m not a social worker or an ambassador? Where do I belong, if no longer within these communities? I think anyone who’ve grabbled with just one of these themes will agree that it can be a heavy load, shaking your core beliefs about yourself, the world, life.
Truth be told, for long stretches it hasn’t been pretty, but as a constant undercurrent to all the grief (all the stages, several times over) I’ve been struggling with, it’s also felt important on an existential level. Who am I when I strip away everything?
As it turns out, I’m someone who underneath all the fear and doubt actually trusts that I’ll be able to deal with whatever occurs – and that the entire universe is backing me on this. My identity is tied to my values. When I compromise my values because I’m afraid of losing status or friends or money, I suffer. And finally, maybe I shouldn’t limit my sense of belonging to any specific profession or community. Maybe I can nurture the feeling that I belong wherever I am.
What this new life of mine is going to look like, is still not clear although it’s definitely less blurry than last year. I love writing, traveling, learning new things, and I love connecting with people. That’s four essential pieces of the puzzle. Along the way I’ll figure out how to put them together. This site is one way.
Sorry about how things are now. Am sure things will turn out well. Going on a vacation, or trying something new like a new hobby or something.
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Oh that’s so nice of you – thank you! Maybe I haven’t been able to express it properly in the text, but things are actually great now. The process, although challenging, has been worth every bit of heartache and confusion 😀 and I’m so happy with the decision to clear out some old to make room for some new!
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That’s good to know bcirclesp (sorry, I don’t know your name). Am glad things are great now. Have a wonderful day.
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