I started The Owl Diary when I was in college. I was still living at home and I often felt inspired by the world around me. Life wasn't easy, but I found happiness and beauty in most days. Shortly after I graduated college, I moved to Tennessee with my parents. I lived there for four months before moving back to Arizona for my first grown up job. Somewhere during that time I stopped blogging. It was the first time "on my own" and it was the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I'm going to call that Chapter Two. And somewhere in chapter two I started blogging again—though not nearly as much as I did in college.
Now I'm here and I'm less than a week away from Chapter Three. Yes, I'm happy and excited and a tad scare to announce that I'm moving on from the second chapter of my life captured in The Owl Diary. A period of my life where I worked for a small startup just one month shy of six years. Where I struggled through being away from my parents. Where the pain of my teenage years caught up to me. Where I fell in love. And where that same love disfigured me into something I didn't recognize (see Song for Zula lyrics). Where I found myself depressed and anxious and afraid most days. But where I grew up a little and found my confidence and slowly discovered my worth.
Chapter Three starts with taking a leap of faith. It starts with sticking up for myself and my life. It starts with moving forward. It starts with accepting myself and my decisions. And biggest of all, it starts with walking away from a comfortable job that makes me unhappy. (Note: I wholly regret not recording my time there, which could be turned into a novel with all the ups, downs, and in betweens. My God, did I learn a lot. About people and business and myself. Maybe one day I'll share more.)
Anyway, I don't have another job lined up. At this moment I don't know if I'll be staying in Arizona or moving to Tennessee. I'm interviewing with a company located in Phoenix that could be a great opportunity. If all goes well, I'll stay here. If not, I'm packing up my things and moving across the country.
Quitting my job may be the craziest decision I've made in my life. A life where, for the most part, I've played it safe. Where I've constantly worried about making mistakes. But if this turns out to be a mistake—& if I end up wasting away years of savings—then so be it. At least I tried. For better or for worse, I'm proud of myself for taking this chance.
Here's to chapter three, ladies & gentleman. I think it's going to be a good one.