My Decision to Quit My Full-Time Job—Part 2

Please read Part 1 of "My Decision to Quit My Job" series here. I left off when I was in the middle of my MBA application and realized pursuing an MBA was the safe option—for me.

I know, I know. How is getting an MBA safe? MBA programs are challenging, rigorous, expensive, require the sacrifice of time and income, and in today's market, end with no guarantee of a job after graduation.

At this point I was applying for the 2nd time to my alma mater program that I had previously been accepted to. I knew the program. I knew the culture. I was familiar with the experience. I looked into various other programs but didn't find anything that quite spoke to me.

But I know school. I feel safe there. I'm confident of my education abilities. While I know any MBA program would be difficult beyond anything I'd imagine, and I'd probably face new challenges every single day, well I felt prepared for that environment. 

I want an MBA. I really do. But by pursuing that degree right now, I'm once again putting off my desire to start my own business, to do something on my own, to pursue some career goals. (Although I must say that as the same time part of me depresses on the fact that I DON'T have a master's degree yet.) 

I don't know what the next several years of my life will hold. But I do know that whatever I don't do right now is far less likely to happen in the future. And since starting my own business is a riskier choice for me, I thoroughly felt like THAT was the option I had to pursue at this moment. 

After thinking about this decision for a couple weeks and considering how it would affect the various parts of my life, I knew it was the right decision for me. 

Don't get me wrong. I WAS TERRIFIED. But it was the good kind of fear. The kind that pushes you to the edge of your comfort zone and forces you to take a leap that fills you with adrenaline, motivation, and excitement. 

I talked with my family. I told them they needed to hold me to this decision. That they needed to remind me how confident I felt about pursuing this dream of me. And that they need to reassure me of my abilities. 

This was early to mid-January.

My decision was to make the leap in April. Part of me thought this was too long to wait. Part of me wasn't sure it was long enough. But I wanted some time to prepare, to save extra money, to build my Zumba income, to fine-tune what I wanted to do.

Stay tuned for Part 3.