After three years of waiting around for a promotion at my old job, I got fed up and took a promotion with another company. I should have known better. The raise was too big. The smiles on my new bosses' faces were too wide. I asked my tarot cards and I pulled the Tower. I accepted the job and I hated it.
After three months of daily crying in the shower, I quit. I had no job lined up but I wasn't willing to let impending homelessness keep me this miserable. I geared up for financial hardship and prepaid a few months insurance. My two weeks notice passed as I created manuals and lists for the poor woman who replaced me. I left quietly.
The very next day, my friend's boss offered me a job in his wine shop. I would commute to a suburb and "help out" at the store. No title, no business cards, no suits. Until I hit unemployment, I would have never considered this job. It pays well, but I was wrapped up in ideas of retirement plans and PPOs. I was twenty-seven and healthy and afraid of making the slightest wrong choice and thus ending the world. This time, I didn't analyze or overthink it. I just needed some work, so I took it. That is how I ended up opting out of the corporate climb in twelve crazy weeks.
So, one month into the wine shop, I am here. The freshmen are moving into the dorms near my apartment and we are all walking around with the same bewildered looks on our faces. I'd blend into the crowd if I weren't ten years older than they are. What happens after your plans meet the Tower? What happens when the life you weren't exactly excited about but had come to terms with pursuing because it offered good stability and a chance to make lots of money gets so bad that you just walk away? I am going to find out and hopefully find out a lot more about what I actually want.
