The past few days have been relatively relaxing for me, and it's all due to my decision to leave a job I've had for only three months. The job paid quite well, to be honest, and I did learn a lot of things from it even in such a short amount of time. The best part is that it required me to work on a virtual basis, which suited me just fine because I have a serious dislike for office jobs nowadays and it also makes me available for any family emergencies, like the things that have been happening lately.

The worst part had to be the pressure that went with the job, and for a virtual position, there was quite a lot of it. For the most part, I felt like I was having to wring every neuron dry, only to find that whatever I squeezed out just wasn't good enough. The daily calls were also pretty taxing, especially since I think many of the things that were being discussed could have easily been settled over chat or with a single e-mail.

I suppose feeling incredible disdain for one's job after three months is not a promising sign, and I ended up resigning. I expected to feel a lot of dread the morning after I quit, but to my surprise, I felt extremely light and happy. Right now, I only have one job to fall back on, with a handful of projects waiting in the wings, but I'm not worried. Sure, I'm probably too young to feel burned out and tired of working, but that's exactly how I feel, and right now, I think I'm ready for a break.