About four years ago, I wrote about a blog post about re-entry into the paid workforce after having had a baby. I did not foresee that the beginning of a part-time working life (plus baby, plus Masters degree) would mean the end of blogging.
I don't know why I did not see this. Even a blind person would have seen it.
It was a busy four years. I met some truly wonderful people in my workplace. My boss was tops. I went to work beaming most days. Happy and full of bad jokes which I shared with anyone around me.
Then disaster struck! Nine months ago, the project I had been developing with my boss was suspended indefinitely. I had nothing to do. Left with little choice, I applied for an internal vacancy which on paper looked like a great challenge. More responsibility. More money. More days.
When they offered it to me, I felt uneasily relieved. I wasn't happy about spending less time with Dragon but I did welcome a new challenge. It was a trade-off.
A great deal is made of intuition by holistic practitioners and Psychologies magazine.
Follow your gut, they say. Or is it, Listen to your gut. ?
Regardless, the true answer to all life's mysteries is to be found within your abdomen
During the handover for my new role, my stomach had a lot to say. The primary message seemed to be:
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Did I listen? Did I follow?
No. I did jackshit and instead adopted a Protestant work ethic facade hoping that my stomach was wrong. That I was just imagining that the new job did not resemble in the slightest what I had hoped it would be.
Six months later, I quit.
It wasn't all for nothing. Being in a soul sucking, toxic workplace highlighted to me what I wanted to do. I started writing a book to keep myself sane. And I started writing here again. And many more places. I just started to write.
It was the only way to get my stomach to shut up.
I don't know why I did not see this. Even a blind person would have seen it.
It was a busy four years. I met some truly wonderful people in my workplace. My boss was tops. I went to work beaming most days. Happy and full of bad jokes which I shared with anyone around me.
Then disaster struck! Nine months ago, the project I had been developing with my boss was suspended indefinitely. I had nothing to do. Left with little choice, I applied for an internal vacancy which on paper looked like a great challenge. More responsibility. More money. More days.
When they offered it to me, I felt uneasily relieved. I wasn't happy about spending less time with Dragon but I did welcome a new challenge. It was a trade-off.
A great deal is made of intuition by holistic practitioners and Psychologies magazine.
Follow your gut, they say. Or is it, Listen to your gut. ?
Regardless, the true answer to all life's mysteries is to be found within your abdomen
During the handover for my new role, my stomach had a lot to say. The primary message seemed to be:
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Did I listen? Did I follow?
No. I did jackshit and instead adopted a Protestant work ethic facade hoping that my stomach was wrong. That I was just imagining that the new job did not resemble in the slightest what I had hoped it would be.
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| An oldie, but a goodie |
Six months later, I quit.
It wasn't all for nothing. Being in a soul sucking, toxic workplace highlighted to me what I wanted to do. I started writing a book to keep myself sane. And I started writing here again. And many more places. I just started to write.
It was the only way to get my stomach to shut up.
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