Last Monday I was made redundant from my career of 6 and half years.
I’ve spent the last week and half on pause, embracing discovery/excitement/nervousness.
What happens when the career you built for yourself stops generating passion and purpose, and becomes a health concern and a daily funeral for your soul? For me, you think about quitting for a year and a half, until the universe conspires to force you into a space of newness by manifesting redundancy.
Being 29 and unemployed wasn’t on my life plan, and yet, here I am.
11:11pm, on a Tuesday night, making plans with my new and shiny bf, wondering what’s next for me.
There is only one thing I know for sure – I do not want to live a life without purpose, I do not want to jump into the safety of experience and strength of resume. I want to be bold, and brave.
Bold and brave, for me, are creative endeavours. Writing. Art. Both. Maybe even Yoga.
I spent 6 years trying to figure out what I was passionate about, what drove me, and what would light a fire in my soul. It seemed so easy for others to figure it out, while I struggled for years – and in a lot of ways, I still do.
Now, with all the space in the world, random inspiration rushes over me everyday.
Waves of courage inspire me to write. Self care wants me doing Yoga. Songs from my soul have me writing music and painting.
Starting over for me is rediscovering my bravery. Starting over is trusting in the universe and my ability to manifest my dreams. Following all the leads I feel compelled to explore.
I encourage every person out there who finds themselves in unexpected unemployment to be brave, embrace the moment you’re in, sit in the experience of freedom and delve into what’s important to you.
Allow your beliefs, values and passions to lead you and leave fear for dead in the wasteland of unfulfilled endeavours.