{the view from our room in St. Martin, December 2013}

"If you're not happy where you are, go somewhere else."

For the past year or so, this has been my silent mantra. It's something I've repeated to myself so many times, even when I wasn't taking my own advice.

I was so miserable at my last job for a long time. I cried every Sunday night like clockwork, disheartened at the thought of starting yet another week at a place where I was truly unhappy. I tried to leave. Many times. I interviewed for other marketing jobs. Lots and lots of marketing jobs. All along pushing away the nagging feeling that I was setting myself up to go from one bad job to another. Not because marketing is "bad". Because it's not for me, and it's not something I wanted to continue doing. I was desperate for a way out and thought it made sense to look for jobs in a field I was already in, despite the fact that I didn't even like it.

You know what didn't make sense? Leaving a steady marketing job to pursue a writing career. But that was exactly what I wanted to do. And somewhere in between a Sunday night sob and an end-of-week sigh of relief, I decided that I had to make it happen. I decided that I was worth it, and that I was tired of settling.

I wasn't happy where I was, so I had to go somewhere else. And that's exactly what I did. Turns out, it made perfect sense.

It's not always easy, and it's not always doable. But sometimes you have to turn complaint into change.