I have always been a creature of habit. Leave me in a placed long enough and I will embed myself within the crevices and cracks like a rope of ivy weaving its way up an old, decrepit building. Leave me on the couch for a little too long and I will seep into the cushions. Many people may consider that the workings of a virus—I see myself as a situational acclamist (?). This being said, moving on has always been difficult for me. I refer to being this as being a “stucker”, but that term always reminds me of some unaware, sea creature feeding off of its host.
I sleep in a specific way (much to the dismay of my boyfriend), I eat at a specific time and in a familiar fashion, I even have an internal timer set for when I have to go to the washroom. So when it comes to work of any sort, I am able to stick things out despite how much or little I like it, all for the sake of the comfort I have developed there. A close friend of mine has gone through three jobs in eight months and the thought of that terrifies me—sends a shiver down my spine. Constantly learning a new position to fill? Having to memorize a new set of directions every few months? Scary stuff.
However, I have learned that evolution prevails upon acclamation. Is there ever a good time to enter the realm of discomfort and uncertainty? Probably not, but without some sort of affirmation I am never ready to take that step. And when it comes to your career, how do you know that this job isn’t your best opportunity at the moment? I guess taking a step in the wrong direction (to the unexplored and untapped) will inevitably lead to some sort of knowledge about who I am, whether it be good or bad.