Overthinking

Overthinking

Overthinking is something that has held me back in the past, big time. As I’ve come to brain dump my thoughts on overthinking, I’ve just come back from a trip to work where I’ve told everyone I’m leaving. This was a really hard thing for me to do. I’ve worked there for just under 10 years and I overthought telling my colleagues to death.

A few things that went through my mind

  • They’re going to really hate me for leaving
  • They aren’t going to understand what I’m doing
  • They will try to convince me this isn’t the right thing to do
  • They won’t want to speak to me after I’ve left

Here’s what happened

  • They were absolutely beaming with joy
  • They understand my love for travel having known me the last few years and saw this as the next natural step
  • They were making me promise to stay in touch when I go and to send regular updates of where we end up
  • They wanted to know all the details of where we’re headed to and which country we are most excited to see

So I guess it’s safe to say I catastrophised the whole situation. I was SO wrong in judging them and what they were going to say. They were nothing but absolutely lovely and I think they really saw the happiness in my soul when I told them. So huge lessons learnt throughout this part of my life!

And I guess something else I’ve learnt throughout this process is there will never be a ‘right’ time to tell someone about a huge decision you’ve made. Sometimes you’ve just got to go for it. I could have told them 4 months ago. But I overthought the whole thing and pictured the worst possible outcome when what happened was better reactions than I ever could have asked for.

After all, it seems as humans we’re all just wanting everyone to be as happy as possible and follow their hearts, right?


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I’m Beth

Welcome to Just Nooching.

In May 2024, I sold my house and left my job in software to travel around Europe in my self-converted campervan with George (my husband) and Bruce (our doggo).

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