Live life at it's edge

              Walking away from a bad fit is not failing The nutshell version is:  I just quit 2 jobs in 5 months. The longer version is more educational. Once installed in my new role, it became (very rapidly) clear that I was simply not a good fit. The work I was creating wasn't working my employer liked, and the job centered around her approval. I wasn’t filling the needs of the company. But after some time, I realized I didn’t like the kind of environment where no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t right. The company wasn’t meeting my needs, either. And that was a far scarier thought.  Finally, in late April, I quit my 1st job. I wasn’t happy, I wasn’t growing, and I didn’t see a huge need for my role there anymore. It was time.  I don’t know who it was harder to tell, my boss or my mother. I didn’t want to admit failure to either one. I didn’t want to admit that I’d made a bad decision. But I wasn’t telling them I failed, or that I’d gotten it wrong. I wa