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This is a public service announcement to not be afraid of change, and not to be afraid of ditching your hobbies and passions.
A lot of people don't realize how their hobbies and passions can turn toxic and actually BECOME a source of depression and anxiety, instead of a source of relief and fun.
I pursued music nearly my entire life, and after 15 years I realized I never got anywhere with it. It depressed me, made me angry, I became obsessive - and then I decided to quit. It took a little while, but eventually all that negativity went away. Over 15 years music went from a passion that I loved and brought me joy, to a chore that I hated and filled me with negativity and I didn't notice it until I quit. It's been a year and a few months since I even looked at my guitars, and I don't miss it at all.
Music had become so much of my identity - from my career, to the way I dress, to my personal style, to my friend group - that I was afraid of quitting for the longest time, and now that I have, in just a year, I feel like I've matured so much, like a massive weight has been lifted. I'll be starting a new job, that pays more, in a new industry, with real career opportunities next month. I'm preparing to ask my girlfriend to marry me soon. I'll soon have more time to spend with family, friends, and the hobbies I still have. And I no longer have this constant, gnawing feeling like I'm a failure.
Sometimes you need to quit your dreams and passions to truly find contentment.
A lot of people don't realize how their hobbies and passions can turn toxic and actually BECOME a source of depression and anxiety, instead of a source of relief and fun.
I pursued music nearly my entire life, and after 15 years I realized I never got anywhere with it. It depressed me, made me angry, I became obsessive - and then I decided to quit. It took a little while, but eventually all that negativity went away. Over 15 years music went from a passion that I loved and brought me joy, to a chore that I hated and filled me with negativity and I didn't notice it until I quit. It's been a year and a few months since I even looked at my guitars, and I don't miss it at all.
Music had become so much of my identity - from my career, to the way I dress, to my personal style, to my friend group - that I was afraid of quitting for the longest time, and now that I have, in just a year, I feel like I've matured so much, like a massive weight has been lifted. I'll be starting a new job, that pays more, in a new industry, with real career opportunities next month. I'm preparing to ask my girlfriend to marry me soon. I'll soon have more time to spend with family, friends, and the hobbies I still have. And I no longer have this constant, gnawing feeling like I'm a failure.
Sometimes you need to quit your dreams and passions to truly find contentment.