It came to me recently that I share a lot about my emotional journey, but I haven't really shared much of my nuts and bolts journey, and how I came to be doing what I’m doing, so here it is.
I caught up with a good friend recently who I hadn’t seen in a couple of years; she’s just moved home from London, however our friendship has been maintained by social media -- as most modern millennial friendships go. After exchanging pleasantries, settling into her beanbag and handing me my decaf coffee, she tilted her head and asked “so how are you finding being 34 and single with no kids?”
I finally did it. I quit my job. Two months ago.
I’ve delayed shouting it from the rooftops because I’ve been going through my internal process, and to be honest, for the past few weeks I haven’t really felt like being vocal. I find it really easy to write about the uncomfortable stuff, but when I’m really happy and things are going great I find it much harder. Call it tall poppy syndrome or reverse narcissism or whatever you like -- it's odd.
A couple of weeks ago I shared on Instagram that the wheels had well and truly fallen off. I was feeling anxious, depleted, lacking motivation and all kinds of emotional. If you didn’t catch it or you've always wondered what I look like when I cry, here it is.
I’ve spent the past couple of weeks quietly trying to make sense of what this lingering feeling means. Because, that’s what we do in the personal development space; we can’t just let feelings exist without rigorous curiosity. And the more I talk to women around me I’m discovering I’m not alone. I can reflect on it now because I feel like I'm coming out the other side.