Okay, let’s talk about this idea: nobody wants to die all choices. It really makes you think, doesn’t it? For me, it brings back this time a few years ago when I was stuck. Properly stuck.
I was working this job, right? It paid the bills, mostly. But man, it was soul-crushing. Same thing, day in, day out. Felt like I was just… fading. That felt like a kind of death, you know? The slow, boring kind. But the idea of leaving? Terrifying.
Facing the Options
So, I started looking around, testing the waters. Found a couple of possibilities. One was going back to school, retraining for something totally different. Another was trying to start my own small thing, a little side hustle I’d been dreaming about. And the third was just finding another job, maybe slightly better, maybe not.
Here’s where that phrase hits home. Every single option meant killing off the others. And killing off the ‘safety’ of the current, miserable job.
- Stick with the job: Felt like slow death by boredom.
- Go back to school: Meant being broke, starting from scratch, killing my current income stream. Huge risk.
- Start my own thing: Even bigger risk! Killing the idea of a steady paycheck entirely for a while, maybe forever.
- Find another job: Less risky maybe, but felt like delaying the inevitable. Just swapping one cage for another? Killing the dream of doing my own thing or really changing direction.
I swear, I spent weeks just turning these over in my head. Didn’t do anything. I was paralyzed. Because choosing one felt like accepting the ‘death’ of all those other potential lives I could live. And nobody wants that. You want to keep all doors open, right? But standing in the hallway forever? That’s not living either.
Making the Jump
What happened? Honestly, it wasn’t some big moment of clarity. It was more like… exhaustion. I got so tired of thinking about it, so tired of the job I hated. One day, I just kind of snapped. Sent out an application for that retraining program. Almost on impulse.
It wasn’t logical, maybe. It was scary as hell handing in my notice. My boss looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. The first few months were tough, money was tight, and I doubted myself constantly. Did I kill the ‘sensible’ choice for nothing?
But looking back now? Yeah, it was hard. Yeah, I definitely closed some doors. But staying put? That door was closing anyway, just slower. Making a choice, even a scary one, felt like actually living again. It wasn’t about picking the ‘perfect’ option, because there isn’t one. It was about refusing to let all choices die simply because I was too afraid to pick one.
