Last week was my first week of freedom from a job that drained me, and the excitement was undeniable.
The thing is, I quit without a real plan for what’s next.
I have been practicing meditation, cultivated a morning routine that I love, and dreamt of the day I would be free from the job that was torture on my nervous system. Now that day has come, and the list of “want to do’s” is immeasurable.
There wasn’t one dramatic moment. No big breaking point. No clear plan waiting on the other side. Just a quiet, steady knowing that had been getting harder to ignore. Something wasn’t right.
Almost a year ago, I started practicing meditation. Sitting quietly with myself was hard at first. The discomfort. The racing thoughts. The constant am I doing this right? But gradually, it shifted. It became more peaceful. More intuitive. Even… enjoyable. And somewhere in that practice, I got better at listening. What I heard was loud and clear: Something has to change.