Since I left my job in 2015, I was looking for THE job that will make me happy. The One that will bring meaning in my life. I tried many things like life coaching, calligraphy, editing pictures, crochet. None of them lasted more than 3 months. For most people, they would judge my career path as a failure (and this was something I thought myself too), but actually, the answer was right in front of me.

I’ve been avoiding to write lately. And the reason was that I was afraid of what people would think of me. And when I mean “people”, I mean people I know like my parents, former coworkers, friends, …

Back in 2015, I remember reading a looooot of articles about “how to be successful?”. (I had this weird obsession about successful entrepreneurs… lol) There were many “secrets” like doing meditation, waking up early in the morning or journaling.

Even though you know that it’s useless to dwell on negative stuff, sometimes it’s just too much. And the pain you were keeping only for yourself, suddenly explodes. You start to cry as if it was the end of your world when actually it’s just the beginning. The beginning of a new chapter where you are the hero and you’re stronger than ever.