I did.
When I graduated high school, I knew I wanted to be an interior designer. I went to college - on my parents dime, bless their hearts - graduated, and landed a job doing what I always wanted to do... or so I thought.
As weeks turned to months, and months turned to a year, I realized that I was truly unhappy. My clients treated me terribly (very insecure, needy women spending their husbands money on my opinions, only to pick them apart and do what they wanted anyways... an expensive hobby was what I was), my boss treated me terribly, and I dreaded going to work every day.
I took my first trip on an airplane when I was 21, and from that moment, it was in my blood, my heart was set on being a flight attendant one day.
Of course, I had this CAREER that I had gone to college for. My parents had spent SO much money on everything. I had to suck it up. Besides, who really becomes a flight attendant anyways?
Finally, one day, I had had enough. I was 23, exhausted beyond my years, emotionally drained, and just not happy. It was a terrible day. I don't even remember what happened, but I remember my boss making me cry before I went to lunch, and just feeling like a terrible failure. At lunch, I called my mom crying, and she told me, "If you DON'T quit, don't bother coming home."
I found a box, cleaned my desk and left. I had NEVER felt so weightless and wonderful before, and I wouldn't feel that wonderful again until the moment I was hired on by my airline. I remember the car ride home being absolute bliss.
It just so happens that today, I am having one of the WORST days ever at work, and still, it doesn't feel like work, and I am NOT at all unhappy. I am livin' the dream!!!
I had just needed someone to tell me it was okay... I was too young to tell myself, but looking back, I was a terribly sad, depressed, hopeless girl who was unhappy. My mom was my strength, but now that I am older, I know I have that strength myself. YOU have it in yourself as well.