The last few months have been a huge wave of activity that came crashing over me one after another.
Right after I handed in my notice, I feel a sense of.. peace. It feels exactly like something that came out of a uplifting novel, and I began to see my shoddy life in a different light. I began to look harder at the lemming that I had became, see the mundane pointless after-work activities for what they are, and now distant myself from the elements that had attempted to sheep me.
I began to think for myself again. The budget had to be cut. I will start looking for opportunities to do. I will get in touch with those I distant. Relationships to rebuild. Friends to win.
Then they started coming. The good things. The pretty things.
I started receiving offers for jobs that don’t pay as much, but offered so much more in terms of entrepreneur experience and interpersonal skills, which i am a fan of. More ways for me to develop, mature up, become independent.
I even got a call from a game company that I was trying to get into a few months ago, and one humble interview after another resulted into a (good) possibility that I would earn a year-long paid internship overseas to watch game making masters at their work!
What’s more, I got a counter-proposal from my current employer that more closely aligned with my desired lifestyle to move away from being an employee and begin on my journey to own my own business.
All things said and done, I am now working lesser hours feeling more valued and additionally have more time on hand to try out small little projects that I have been itching to work on but had not the time before.
To throw in a bonus, my last friend meet-up resulted in us hatching a probably viable business, which could go a long way to make us financially independent. Capitalism ahoy!
In a nutshell, a lot has happened since I last wrote.
Contrast that to my activity for the PAST WHOLE DAMN YEAR, where I did pretty much NOTHING, achieved very little personal growth, and even consoled myself with superficial satisfaction in material goods and designer labels, doing nothing for the growing gaping void in my soul.
It is almost as if the universe, wanting to teach me a lesson, raised its hand and withheld all the good things that could happen to me so that I can get off my ass to just fucking MOVE.
And it felt good once I started moving again.
Still alive.
Inaction is death.