AFTER about 10 years in the company, I have resigned! It feels strangely liberating and I never knew a resignation could present me with this incredible sense of freedom. Suddenly, I'm faced with choices. It's like ending a long relationship, not a long, bitter one but just one that has lost its sparks. The last time I left a company, I didn't resign. I fired myself instead. That, my friends, felt sooo good it was like releasing myself from an abusive relationship. I was jobless, penniless and almost homeless after that but boy, walking out of that office did feel like I'd grown magical wings.
But life can't be bad all the time. Four months later, I joined the paper, slipping into my dream job. Then on, life has been a roller coaster ride of a million experiences I wouldn't trade for anything else in the world. Work was work but more than work itself, all I ever wanted was the opportunity to find myself through the job as securing a position at the top of the career pyramid was not quite my aim - money was just to finance my short-term goals. This was made possible through the eye-opening experiences from each of my assignments. From meeting all kinds of people, experiencing various places, food and events, to watching the evolution of country and office politics, the 10 years have been somewhat splendid. I've had lessons on social politics, humanity and to simply understanding the fibres that weave life as we know it.
|In my oversized|
'minx', and a
Petaling Jaya mug
courtesy of the girls.
The resignation also spells mystery. Well, I know I'll be leaving the country to join the husband but not knowing exactly what's before me is fascinating? Endless possibilities. My story could take any direction from here. For the next chapter, I'll take with me the lessons I've learnt in the last 10 years. As my new set of goals is a lot to do with living life the best I can, I'm open to different/ many things. Work will be for a living - that won't change.
I know one thing for sure though. I'll write for as long as I live, in one way or another, and it may not be just for a living :)
"This job is not my bread and butter. It's the chicken soup for my soul."
That's a quote I'll always remember from a colleague. I still have two more weeks to go at this company.