Please Say "I Quit" to This Job First

Please say "I quit" to this job first - Milena Nguyen

When I was 4, my father started to travel to another city on business. He came home once a month, stayed for one night, and left the next morning.

It wasn’t a problem for me. I was content, spending hours every day in the big concrete yard next to my house. Finding materials for my cooking game: sand for rice, leaves for spices. My red plastic pot fitted in the palm of my hand.

But it was hard for my mother.

One night, when mom was doing the laundry in our front yard, I saw her crying behind rows of bed sheets, holding a t-shirt in her hands.

It was the first time I ever saw an adult cried. I wanted to call dad home. But we didn’t have a phone back then. In that moment, something deep in me made a choice:

“I will make my mother happy.”

I did everything she asked, everything I thought would make her smile. At night, I gave her a face massage, pressing my tiny fingers on the skin of her forehead, the corners of her eyes, her temples. I caressed her cheeks. She was happy. And I was happy.

One day, home alone, I used the gas stove and the rice cooker to make her lunch. I cooked rice, steamed pork, and vegetable soup. When my mother got home, she yelled:

“You could’ve burned yourself!”

She wasn’t happy. And I wasn’t happy.

“It must be my fault.”

So I tried some more.

I tried to have good grades at schools, tried to get into a good university, tried to succeed in my work. But no matter how hard I tried, mother was never happy. I felt like a loser. Angry. Hurt.

“No matter what I do, it’ll never be enough for her.”

I resented her. So much that I ran away.

I thought living abroad would bring me peace. But even when I lived in The Netherlands or walked the streets of Kenya and Australia or rode the tuk-tuk in India, I still carried inside me the job to make my mother happy.

Then I thought finding my life’s purpose would bring me peace.

But even when I wrote down my purpose in inspiring words on a piece of paper, and hung it on the wall of my studio, I still carried inside me the job to make my mother happy.

I wasn’t at all aware of that. It baffled me to watch myself stifled. Every time I walked into my office to work on the book that I believed in, I fell into a void, hit a wall, got stuck and muted in a corner, lonely.

From the corner of my right eye, I heard:

“No matter what you do, it’ll never be enough.”

Hopeless, I played video games all days and nights, skipping dinners, breakfasts, and lunches.   

I thought I had gone crazy or been possessed by a dark energy. I was about to Google “gamer anonymous” when I talked to my coach about my agony.

After about an hour of coaching - which means her asking questions and me answering with whatever came up - the memory of that night flashed back.

Finally, I could see clearly how as a 4-year-old child, I had decided:

“My job is to make my mother happy.”

And the inadequacy I felt in that job bled into all areas of my life. I couldn’t work on my purpose - my real job - because I wasn’t available.

Please Say "I Quit" to This Job First

The most important resignation letter we’ll ever write is to quit the job we unconsciously took on in childhood.

My coach gently asked:

“What is your real job, Milena?”

I took a deep breath, placed my feet flat on the ground. I felt into the stillness in my chest. And from that stillness, I heard a calm, steady voice - my own voice:

“My job is to be present with my life. To receive possibilities. To be a channel for beauty and magic. To be in awe by how wonder-full it is to be me, having this human experience.”  

There, to the old job, I said:

“I quit.”

The most important resignation letter we’ll ever write is the one to quit the job we unconsciously took on in childhood.

There, I set my mother free to be exactly how she was  - unhappy, worried, anxious, afraid, controlling - for as long as she needed.

There, I set myself free to love her. Because what she really needed wasn’t my fixing but my acceptance.

Which “job” did you take on when you were little?

Is it to make your father proud? To keep the family together? To make a friend happy?

I’ve coached a person who took on the job to protect their brother. But no matter what they do, their brother never felt safe.

The inadequacy and frustration they felt bled into their career, make them insecure, turned them into a workaholic. Because this process was unconscious, they didn’t know why they kept feeling that way.

“Do you see how destructive it is to hang onto a job that is never yours in the first place?”

We need to understand that the only one we can save is the one we see in the mirror.

When we try to save someone - even if it’s someone we love - we abandon our own house and go decorate someone else’s. We feel empty because we’re not at home where we belong.

Dare to identify the job that you’ve unconsciously held onto for all these years. Then say “I quit.” Loud and clear.

Free yourself. You’re the only one who can do that. And you absolutely can.

With all my love,

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P.S: reclaim YOUR PURPOSE

Quitting the job you took on in childhood will you to pursue your true purpose. This is a deep soul-searching journey.

To help you, I’ve created a gorgeous 15-page workbook to help you do just that: discover your unique purpose. Download below!

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