I resigned from my job earlier this year. It lasted 9 months and 24 days. It seemed so short yet so long.
In my struggle to reinvent myself and my career for the third time, I hit a standstill when I realized that it wasn't worth working hard while striving to make ends meet with my meager income.
It was also tiring to live with imposter syndrome, the low fresh-out-of-college pay, and what seemed like an insurmountable climb to the high performance standards set by the management and the clients abroad. They praise my potential at first and then yank me down by listing my shortcomings until it felt like everything I did was scrutinized for mistakes I had to make up for ad infinitum.
And so I left. The people I worked with were great. I was deeply grateful for their help whenever I encountered an issue that stumped me. It saddened me to leave that kind of environment, but I knew it was time to go when my frustration kept rising and falling like a seesaw mounted by gleeful children high on sugar.
I try to reassure myself that I will find something better. Something that I can commit to with all my determination to succeed. I hope and pray that this will come true. I'll just take it one day at a time. After all, any step I make just might start a journey of a thousand miles.