My minimum wage, 3 years and 3 promotions later, job.
My 'this soup is cold and it's all your fault,' tip skipping, holiday working, finger burning job.
Leaving that job was one of the scariest things I've done. Because it was a steady paycheck. It was the home of my second family. It was such a huge part of my life for years until one day I decided that my happiness and my dreams were more important to me than comfort and stability.
So I quit.
And 6 months later I can very confidently say that I made the right choice.
Because now, I'm getting paid to do what I love.
I'm doing something that I actually care about. Something that makes me so incredibly happy.
I think I might be falling in love with my own life.
What an amazing feeling.