Ah yes, we're back here again - hopefully on a different tone. The last time I wrote a journal entry here was three years ago and a lot has changed. Per sè the thought of resignation is gone now because finally after a long long time, I had the courage to leave which is hard for a person who doesn't know when let go.
I was taught growing up that quitting is for losers. Who would even want to be labeled as loser, right? But this year I realized adult life doesn't work that way. Letting go takes enormous courage too. Knowing when to leave because you know you deserve better. That perseverance and hard work doesn't always equate to success. Sometimes it leaves you bruised, overworked and used, perhaps, with lessons, but with trauma too.
It's been a month, and I don't want to keep track how many applications I've passed. Today, I still feel proud of myself. I was able to answer the rounds of interview smoothly. It was my first time being interviewed by a different nationality, and it's a fun experience. Though really dreading, I must admit.
My bestfriend and I went to a cafè afterwards. This was supposed to be a disaster recovery plan of mine which I curated to ease my broken ego just in case I'm not satisfied with my performance. But again I feel proud of myself. It's not a disaster just a recovery program so we still ate good food. Deserve ko mag-Macadamia Latte, sizzling porkchop and Mcdo!!!
I honestly just can't sleep that's why I decided to write, and I don't care about that stupid invisible race that everyone on their 20s feel. Stop overs make the drive worthwhile. I'll take my time.
May 30, 2022 • Monday