Sunday Night Blues

For some of us there comes a point when you can no longer pretend that you’re happy with your job. My point came about four years ago when I was still working as a business analyst for a financial company. On Sunday nights the tension would start creeping up around 5:00 pm or so. Then it would grow and grow through the evening as I looked at the clock and saw the hours ticking by. My stress levels would rise as I thought about facing another Monday morning.

There were many reasons why I was frustrated with my job and with corporate life in general. Yet I hung on for years after I knew I wanted to make a change. Why? I was afraid. What if I couldn’t find another job making the money I was used to? What if I was too old to find another job? Was I really ready to go through the job search process? Doom and gloom kept me from doing anything to change my situation. So I tried to put the thoughts aside and convince myself that all that mattered was the paycheck. Of course the thoughts didn’t stay put aside. They came back every Sunday night.
Work shouldn’t feel like a prison sentence. I’m not saying there won’t be good and bad days, but all the days shouldn’t be bad ones. If we don’t feel fulfilled by what we do, at least some of the time, it’s time to consider if we’re in the right job or career. Yes, the income matters, but so does peace of mind