You are not defined by your job.

Let’s stop defining a person by their job.
A person is so much more than what they do to pay their bills.
The first thing we ask people when we meet them is “so what do you do?,”. It’s understandable as it’s an easy ice-breaker and a way of getting to know somebody; however it can also leave people panicking, trying to justify their current job situation to a stranger or new acquaintance whilst simultaneously thinking that the person they’re talking to will judge them on this and will not think very highly of them. Just me? Coming from a fairly well respected job, to finding myself unsure of my job status has caused me so much worry about what I will tell people when the time comes. I even find myself justifying my current situation to myself!

Just because someone’s job isn’t thought of as “super important”, it doesn’t mean it isn’t nor does it in any way reflect who they are as a person. Every job is important. Every single one. Who got up super early to serve you your coffee this morning? Who makes sure you had a brilliant experience dining out with your loved ones, whilst sacrificing their weekend with theirs? Who served you that drink on a Friday evening after a long week and listened to you drunkenly moan all evening for minimum wage?

Someone could be in a minimum wage ‘dead end’ job, but be fluent in a few different languages, travelled the world or just be an absolute ray of positive light! Not everyone has to be career driven, as long as you have enough to keep a roof over your head and food on your table, IT DOES NOT MATTER!

As I’m writing this post, I’m sitting in a popular coffee chain and cant help overhearing the baristas discussing how people always ask them “so what else do you do?,” referring to studying etc, and how annoying it is that people presume that working full time from morning to evening in a coffee shop just can’t be all they do! I cant help but smile to myself as I type away on this post; I’m not alone in this.

My job caused me such high anxiety I was in a constant miserable mood, my relationship was suffering and I felt like a ball of negativity. I felt like crying when my alarm sounded each morning, and was panicking about work on my days off. I started experiencing panic attacks, something I’d never had before, and just knew I couldn’t continue. Finally getting the ovaries to leave this job felt like a massive weight had been lifted, and my universe began to shift. I still may not know what I want to do, but I know I’m in a much better position than I was. Your mental health is so much more important than any job.

So next time someone asks “so what do you do?,” take a deep breath, and remember whatever your answer is, it doesn’t define who you are. (Unless you’re a hitman, in which case I take it back).

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