Why I Quit My Job

So as most of you know, I was a flight attendant trainee for about a month and then I was a flight attendant for about two days. Then I quit. This caused a lot of disapproval and a lot of questions (and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT). So even though most people still won't understand my reasoning and still probably disprove, I will attempt to explain anyways.

When I set out on this journey, I never expected that it would end so suddenly. I really went into it fully passionate and ready to do it. I was fully confident that it was right and where I needed to be. I don't believe I was completely wrong. I do think that God had me there for a definite reason and at just the right timing in my life. I just did not anticipate that I would leave so soon. Training was difficult, but proved to be fruitful as I graduated valedictorian. I had a crash pad set up and had moved in ready to rock the job, which I did. I was very good at being a flight attendant, at least according to my check flight attendant who was training me on the job. But something just wasn't right in my gut the entire time.

I went to the hotel that night crying, knowing that I did not love what I was doing. I told myself that if I absolutely had to continue being a flight attendant, then I would. But I realized that I didn't have to be. I realized that I could find another job. I prayed fervently that night and knew the next day that the job was not for me and that God was not mad at me for that. So many people said that God would not open a door if He was just going to close it, but I disagree. We cannot begin to contemplate the way God does things. He does so many things that we cannot comprehend. I knew that as long I was for His Kingdom and His glory, He was fine with whatever I chose to do. I had planned on finishing out the trip, but was devastated when I became completely airsick on my fourth flight that day. I left, packed up my belongings, and drove to Greenville, SC to hide out from questioning minds in Georgia for a week.

I then proceeded to go on a job hunt. It was unsuccessful at first. I went home to Georgia for Thanksgiving and came back hopeful that God would provide. I was out applying for jobs when my check engine light came on. I found the closest auto repair business and walked in. While the guy was checking my car, I jokingly asked if they were looking for a receptionist and they had me fill out an application. I got a call that same day for an interview. Then I was interviewed and hired the next.

I now have an apartment, a great full time job that pays better than my other job, a great church family that I love (Summit Church Upstate), am no longer in a long distance relationship, and am extremely happy. And really, that is all that should matter. It really shouldn't matter to anyone if I quit my job or not. I'm doing the best I can in life and I know that Jesus is not disappointed in me.