Why I quit my job.
When your passion becomes redundant
In a previous post I wrote about getting the right qualification to enable me to work in the fitness industry. I eventually became that super freaky personal trainer you see in all gyms today and 10 years ago having a PT was kind of a big deal. You kinda had to be a Big Deal yourself to afford it. It was considered a luxury item, exclusive even. In the location where my gym was my clientele, stereotypically, consisted of male ‘executive’ types between 6am and 9am and after that it was the wives of these ‘executive’ men. But regardless of who I was training, I learnt two things;
- No matter how much money you have, you still gotta do the work. That means you actually can’t pay anyone to work-out for you. Which is also very different from paying someone to make sure you sweat.
- Doing what you love can sometimes rob you of your passion. Aka ‘when your passion becomes pointless’
The latter is what happened to me.
Most of you know by now that I am one of those people who actually like the gym. Not to be social though, I’m the girl who never train with anyone else and I ALWAYS have my ‘ears’ in. It’s purely my time to do my thing when it suits me and it makes me uneasy if someone asks me if I want to train with him or her. There a difference (albeit a small one) between this being considered ‘rude’ and what I consider ‘quality alone time’ – most people think that having QAT in public places is actually rude. In this circumstance, I don’t care.
But I when I slapped ‘work’ in the sentence ‘I’m going to the gym…(to work)’, I killed the romance. Almost overnight my place of QAT because my place of Monday morning dread… this creates 2 more problems;
1. When you’re a PT you are also a walking (and eating) advertisement for your business.
2. When you work IN a gym, the last thing you want to do is spend more (unnecessary) time there… think hanging out at your office for fun on a Sunday morning before you go for brunch.
The negative feedback loop began; The more I trained other people, the more time I was in the gym (the better my business was) = the less I wanted to spend time at the gym for myself = less training for me = not the pin up girl for PT. See my issue.
So I made the call. I knew I loved the gym, but I realized I loved it because of what I got out of it on a personal level; mental health, endorphin rush, being in a public place listening to Kylie Minogue without anyone paying out on me (you know who you are). The call in this case was decided what was most important to me in this situation; having a job OR finding the love I once had for this game.
So I quit.
Sometimes we think that the thing we LOVE is what we want to do, to make money from. You have all heard the saying ‘do something you love and never work a day in your life’. While I believe that saying I also believe that if the thing you do for work kills the reason why you began it, its not love anymore.
Move towards your passion, but remember to chase the feeling of why you love it, not what you think you can get from it.
Who knows, maybe if I had progressed to a different area of that industry that I’d arrive at a job that I not only loved but also brought me ‘alive’ then I might have made a different call…. But perhaps I told that job to stick it because it just didn’t feel right and I knew deep down that there was something better? But I’d have to take the leap first.
Who knows, perhaps I’m working slowly towards the ‘right thing’ now?
I believe we should chase down that thing that makes you feel alive, then you’ll actually live everyday of your life, rather than just the hours you’re at work.