Work has been something that moved my life in general. It didn’t matter what type of work I was doing. I’ve always known how to make my work worth it. I have worked really hard. ALWAYS.
March 15th of this year, I’ve decided that it may be it’s time to be little bit more selective. It’s not about passing time or to be buried under work, I want to find and wait for work that I like.
As a recovering workaholic, the anxiety of not having a job is stirring up my anxiety.
The anxiety makes me wonder what have I done with my life. Perhaps pushing too hard wasn’t worth it after all.
I would like to find something that is worth what I have been through.
It’s been three months (almost) since my break from work. As I write my cover letters, I review my confidence.
If I spend all my life defending who I am … I think representing myself to an employer should be an easy thing. If I had to constantly introduce myself and proved that I am excellent what I do…. then this process of applying jobs should be easier.
Harder challenge of all is facing myself, truly tolerating myself.
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