Last Day of Work
On the edge
A few years ago, I decided to change my life. When I looked around, I realized that I was doing nothing that made me feel good – everything was just crisis management, nothing done for the purpose of creating something, or living a life I love, it was all a big struggle to catch things before they fell. Everything I did was to try to make other people happy, and I was failing. I was sad, miserable and dragging down the people around me.
Of course, looking back it is easy to see that you have to put the oxygen mask on yourself before you try to help others – and I had run out of oxygen. I stood one day, in the middle of a completely irrational argument, feeling as low as I possibly could go, and decided that my life was going to change as of that moment. I wasn’t going to spend my life in misery – and misery was a choice I was making. I chose life. I decided to make the changes I needed to make in order to start living again. Only then could I be a support to the people around me. It took a 2 year plan to get out of debt, and two more years after that to get in a position to be able to leave my job.
Tomorrow is my last day of work.