You guys I’m quitting my job. I have to. Every day I come in and people are so catty and negative and petty and snide and I feel it effecting me. Maybe I’m overly sensitive to it but I feel it making me less of the happy person I know I am.

You must constantly ask yourself these questions: Who am I around? What are they doing to me? What have they got me reading? What have they got me saying? Where do they have me going? What do they have me thinking? And most important, what do they have me becoming? Then ask yourself the big question: Is that okay? Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change.
—Jim Rohn

I’m not quitting just because I work with unpleasant people. The politics of the company are… uncomfortable I guess is a good word. And I think the way a company treats their employees says a lot. There’s also not a lot of room for growth. I’ve basically done all I can do here. There are a lot of reasons but I can’t really go into detail.

This is a scary thing. I do not have another job lined up. I am still in the middle of stupid, stupid “legal action” with Walmart. And a bunch of other lame stuff has happened that makes the logical side of my brain scream, “Don’t do it!” (the logical side of my brain is basically my mom) But what could be more motivating to find a new job than not having one??

Rachel asked if I only had 5 years left to live would I want to spend the majority of each day at this job. The answer is a big, fat NO. So what am I waiting for?

But there’s that part of me that always feels like I’m supposed to “stick it out” and not “be a quitter”. I read somewhere that “sometimes determination serves no purpose and becomes an end unto itself.” Maybe sometimes you need to move on. You can call it being a quitter if you like.

Being the scaredy cat that I am I’m going to just cut back one day and only work 4 days a week. Hopefully I’ll find something small to fill in and go from there.

So what do you think? You can be honest. Am I being stupid? Selfish? A big baby? What would you do?

Tell me quick… I won’t last much longer.

photo credit

So awesome.

I will be a busy, busy bee but hopefully catching up on some much needed sleep. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to take one of my cameras out to play – they’re starting to gather dust.

See you Monday!

xo

photo by Susannah

I am so ready for bundle up weather. Not so much snow but cozy sweaters and scarves and tights.

photo credit: copenhagen street style

By Naomi Shihab Nye

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.

The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.

The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.

I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.

photo credit: darling dexter

I seem to be watching a lot of Audrey Hepburn movies while cleaning and packing. It makes the tedious things much more enjoyable. This is one of my favorite pictures of her.