A few weeks ago, I made one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make. I quit my dream job to pursue another completely different dream job. I stepped down from my role as an event planner at a prestigious country club to stay at home with my son.
What made this decision so hard was that I absolutely loved my job. I had the world’s best boss, who never micromanaged me and fully trusted me to get my work done. She gave me the freedom to make my own decisions and plan my own events. I learned so much about the events and wedding industry over the last four years and grew both professionally and personally under her wing.
I also had amazing coworkers. The kind you would look forward to seeing each morning over your habitual cup of coffee and actually care about how their weekend went and what they did. The kind you could always count on and trust, even ones you could share personal info with (e.g.: my pregnancy) before you share it with the rest of the world. I laughed with them. I cried with them. They were like family to me.
I loved my role at the country club too. Not only did I get to plan weddings, corporate events, and birthday parties, but I also planned all of the children and family events at the club. I was able to cultivate my own creativity and help plan an events calendar for the membership to enjoy. It was a dream job.
The plan was always for me to wait until after our baby was born to make any decision. I was so 50/50 about going back to work and leaving my son in someone else’s care. After he was born, I continued to go back and forth on what I was going to do. There were obviously pros and cons to both paths and I had to ultimately choose what I felt was best for my family.
The decision was weighing on me like a ton of bricks. By six weeks postpartum, I was feeling sick to my stomach, knowing that I had to make a choice soon. I had twelve weeks maternity leave, but I wanted to give my boss ample notice in case I decided to not go back.
I met her for coffee. She knew right away and I didn’t even have to let the words leave my mouth. We cried and we hugged. I told her this wasn’t the end of me and I would be back, whether it was at the club or in the industry.
Just because I quit my job, doesn’t mean I can’t go back. Heck, I am a doer. I am a planner. I love working with people and in teams. I love to create.
Just for the time being, I will be working a completely different job. And I am excited to see where it all takes me.