Well it's easier said than done.
First of all you have the fear of not being able to take care of yourself and by that I mean not being able to pay the bills, buy the clothes you want, and spend the money you want when you go out to paint the town.
But then this bug that you are in the wrong place with the wrong people, wastting time doing things that don't bring you any joy.
I used to work in retail in a exclusive Tommy Hilfiger shop. What exclusive means? It means you only get the latest collections clothes wise.
My oppinion? A bloody museum!
Anyway back to our sheeps. I started feeling I'm not living at my fullest potential and that I was condoning my workmates behaviour which I never liked to begin with.
Everyday going to work began with telling myself this will be a briliant day, but eventually someone would do somethig to either get on my nerves or get on the customer's nerves.
Keep in mind I was working in retail so the customer is your bestfriend.
I love having a job but I don't love being in a job that I hate.
Eventually I realised no matter how nicely or how not so nicely I would react to situations. I was in a situation I didn't felt nice in.
So I resigned and started with this steem it. I hope for the best and I hope my stories will get better and better.
Thank you to all the people that will like this story!
Love and Light!
Thank you! xx