I am exhausted from reading about how quitting is a big deal. It is a staple in our career DNA, like no longer reading an uninteresting book. Once a job peels away at our skin, we need to shed the layers.
Finding out a diet no longer helps us lose two pounds a week. We find out it wasn’t the diet in the beginning. We ate less. I got tired of eating the same foods day in, and day out, so we stopped. The result: Our weight has been the same.
Then, we go through exercising more to raise our heart rate, but since a faster beat doesn’t affect us aesthetically, we stop working out consistently.
The same with quitting. We’re quitting a bunch as Americans. We’re job-hopping to make more money, creating equitable career capital, and understand it’s a part of our journey.
Not just Gen Z. All of ours.
Critics interpret this movement as people hating work, companies, and structure are the ones who hate dieting, low-carb foods, and weights. They instead run, walk or step 10,000 times, or use the crazy crunch machine and say “quitters” need to work harder.
Newsflash: Running half-marathons for three months a year and the crunch machine isn’t all that productive. It only looks like you’re working hard. Suppose that’s your goal, cool. But the baby tetradactyl you idolize is ugly. And so is the old model of doing it harder, either.
That’s what people who are quitting or have quit are telling America.
It’s a norm.
