The necessity of being uncomfortable

I did something very interesting the other day. I quit my job. In this econcomy many would call me crazy. I would probably agree, but more because I talk to myself when no one's around not because of quitting my job. It was uncomfortable to be sure. My stomach hurt, and I somehow wanted to get out of it, but I cornered my manager and director and came right out with it like ripping off a band-aid. IT WAS COMPLETELY FINE! The world didn't end, I didn't die, and no one was mean to me. Then I spoke to a gal I have been flirting with and finally introduced myself to her and she was interested! NOTHING BAD HAPPENED AND I WAS COMPLETELY FINE. Next I answered every single phone call that came into my cellular phone rather than screening calls, and EVERTHING WAS FINE, in fact my day started to go a bit better because I got to speak to one of my ex's and I hadn't heard from her in a while so that was nice.

What I'm getting at is safe is just that safe. Risk, CALCULATED risk is okay and the rewards are directly related to the risk taken. All the cliches i've heard as a kid, the squeeky wheel gets the oil, and nothing ventured nothing gained they are all quite true. sometimes your safe job is the worst thing for you because the rest of your life will be plagued with 'what if's'. Damn that I will not be plagued with those. I decide to utilize CBA as I call it. Concieve it, believe it, achieve it! I believe that I will make my dreams come true...so I shall! Although I have quit my job, I still have my other job, real estate and dream brokerage. So essentially I have not quit a job I've gotten rid of dead weight! It feels good!