A huge part of me feels guilty for moving out of work, for taking my time of and getting some space for myself which only became possible because of my brother’s gracious offer to exit from the company.
In that time that I’ve gotten that distance I am slowly understanding what I’m built for, and how I’ve chosen to ignore it for the comfortable, for the familiar and for the compromise. Each and every day, I realize something new about myself and it’s both bittersweet to have left it hanging for so long.
I’m glad that I have the luxury to take this kind of rest. To balance out the time I’ve given for 11 years. I may not have done it as me, but I am sure I’ve nurtured that organization to the best of my abilities.
Maybe it’s just mindset too. We’ve never really had a great work-life balance to say that there’s nothing looming at the back of our heads even on a weekend. I’ve also committed myself to the mission that I would always put it above being present on occassions. By my current setting though, I’ve afforded the ability to put it on second from my focus which did a lot for my healing.
There’s so much anxiety going around, as well as losing self-confidence, worth and meaning by a lot of individuals. While its not the absolute cure, creating a safe space outside of work where you can really put you first does create a difference in understanding the unique life we are meant to take on.
I hope that as I start my healing journey, that you can find the courage to start yours as well. If anything, I would really love to help, life was meant to be social, to be for each other. A lot of us lost that idea in the pursuit of career and business.
