support system

Yesterday marked the end of my journey at work, and while on the surface it didn't feel like a significant event, there was an underlying weight to it. I couldn't help but sense that, if I allowed myself to dwell on it, it would take me days to fully process what this step meant for my life moving forward. As October ushered in a new season, it hadn't brought any respite or improvement in my circumstances. While I acknowledged the many things I had to be grateful for, I couldn't deny that this year, in general, had been a challenging one for me. Yet, it was crucial for me to remember that some aspects of life are beyond our control.

So there I stood, at the threshold of my former office, taking my final step out. My work laptop had been meticulously cleared, my desk sat empty, and all the memories of the past year and a half had been carefully stowed away in my drawers. It was a moment of closure, yet it was also a moment filled with uncertainty. However, I wasn't alone in this transition; I carried the weight of a strong support system on my shoulders. Despite not having another job lined up and the prospect of no more monthly income, everyone around me was incredibly supportive, affirming that the decision I had made was, in fact, the best one I'd ever made.

Upon returning home, I decided to meet up with a friend, and to my delightful surprise, I was met with not just one friend, but an entire group of them. The day had been orchestrated in my honor. Even though this new chapter sometimes felt like I was straying from the path I should be on, the presence of my friends was a reassuring reminder that I was embarking on the next phase of my life, and they were there to wholeheartedly congratulate me on this momentous step.