Throughout my 20s, I jumped from job to job. I would get bored right around the two-year mark. I couldn’t find the right job to really fit me just right.
The issue wasn’t the job. The issue was me. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do with my life. Once the job I had felt wrong, I wasted no time finding my next gig.Until the middle of 2009.I knew I was at a job I would have to leave someday.
Rather than call a friend to talk about it, or jump onto a job web site, I came home from work, sat on my living room floor and surrounded myself with magazines.
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