I…just…can’t…bring…myself…to…do…it…L For those new to the show
recently I’ve been posting a fair amount on my hunt to change directions in my
career. Thankfully the phone has been ringing, emails have been returned and I’ve
been on what feels like a marathon of interviews the last few weeks, but have
yet to find that perfect fit. And to keep the old ego in check, I will add that
a few managers I interviewed with more than likely felt the same way about me.
I feel like I’m trying to balance two full-time jobs, working my current role
and scanning and searching for new roles. And one tangible option that is
before me also terrifies my soul: quitting the day job to hunt full-time for my
dream job.
Mathematically it makes sense. Currently after our household
breaks down monthly expenses, we live off one income and save/invest the rest.
And even then we still net roughly $500 - $600 in disposable income on just one
salary. We also have our emergency fund in place and low six figures in
investable assets. So why in the world does pushing pause for a few months
scare the life out of me?
A longer pause
than expected
I voiced this concern to my wife last week, and then
realized how stupid it sounded as soon as I said it, “What if for the next 40
years all I do is apply and get rejected and no one wants to hire me?” While it
seems unlikely that I could go the rest of my life without drawing another
paycheck due to a general lack of interest from employers, the idea of
willfully stepping away from the workforce gets me choked up inside (not in the
good way). We have been on an awesome financially plan over the last few years
and I dreadfully feel that by using my walkaway power with my current employer
that I will put a dent on our goals and momentum. Right now the 401k is
building every month through contributions, we are keeping our options open to
move and increase our rent as well as purchase a car and I feel that if my
paychecks stop that I will put a delay on our goals. Plus there is no guaranty
as to how long my paycheck sleep off would last. Yes these are the things that run
through my mind and yes, at times, it is scary in there even for me.
Pay Scales
Another what if that trips me up is the what if concerning
pay rates. Our goals and projections for reaching goals are based on what we currently
earn. What if I take such a severe cut in pay that it hurts our abilities to
travel the way we want, eat the way we want, to have a kid in the backdrop of
financial security the way we want and **GASP** it takes me longer than
expected to reach one million dollars in net worth.
I shared this concern with my wife, coupled with the concern
that I am being greedy and just want a paycheck for financial goals as opposed to
career fulfillment. She reassured me that my concern for our family’s financial
well-being is just one of the many reasons that she feels I am a great husband
and that I will be a great father.
Career Contentment
This is probably the biggest of the three. My biggest fear
is leaving the dock and in due time being in the exact same rut that I find
myself in today: Doing work that does not harness all of my skills and
personality. Even more so, I’m looking to do work that I believe in with my heart
and soul and is a mission and not just a job.
At one time in my life I would have looked at these fears,
become paralyzed and stayed exactly where I was while convincing myself that
everything was not as bad as I made it out to be. What I find interesting is
that at this point in my life, while the fears still exist, that I am
continuing to search and put myself out there to find the new direction that my
career will take. That means regular check-ins with recruiters, participating
in networking (yuck!) and regularly checking and following up with job boards
at companies I am interested in and networking (yuck! yuck!) like crazy to get referrals
in. “Trudge On” has become my motto, and even though I am hesitant on causing a
disruption to our household’s current cash flow, I still like I am moving in
the right direction one day at a time.
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