Facebook likes to remind us of our past each and every day. One such day was January 12th where I wrote this blog post.
The post I wrote at a time I half wish I could go back to and half don't.
That post was 2 years ago. If I could go back I'd tell myself stop, don't do it, you hate your job so much you suffer from depression, developed psoriasis from never seeing the sun, and your social interaction is dangerously low.
However, I also don't want to go back and stop myself because through all this suffering there has been growth. This job I hate so much has given me some interesting experience, training, perspective, and motivation (to get the hell out). If not for the hate placed on my job I'm not sure I'd have made such an effort to get my business up and running. I'm not sure I'd have the strong desires I do now. I'm not sure I'd have the money to pursue such dreams. I'm not sure I'd ever had hit the submit button on another life-changing, risk-taking form.
This job contributed to my depression for sure, but that depression contributed to my booked 30 day Europe trip coming up in August. All of which is terrifying. I'm not sure if depression was a price worth paying to get my ass moving in business and to finally travel, but that was the risk I wasn't even sure I was taking when I submitted for the job. The unknown risks are what make something risky in the first place.