On March 22, the company I was working with decided it was time they took matters seriously and allowed us to work from home. I say “was” because I was already doing my one month notice with them. Since the pandemic started, the agency I was a Content Manager for had to make me redundant as we were losing clients.
I was upset, but understood their loyalty did not stand with their employees but with the money they were making, but that’s another story.
April 7 was officially my last day, funny thing is it was also my 1 year anniversary with the agency.
Since then, I have done a couple of interviews and applied to numerous jobs, however, there has been no luck with anything due to how big this pandemic became.
Being stuck in a foreign country during this pandemic, not sure when things will start getting better has really hit me hard, as I am sure it has done to many people. My sleep schedule is completely messed up. I barely eat, I barely speak to other people too. I have my okay days, but I do have many, many dark days.
This isn’t easy on any of us. Many people are not sure where or when their next paycheck is going to come from. Many people are not sure if they’ll have enough to cover rent, pay bills, or even put food on the table for themselves or their families.
Amidst all this, I have done a lot of self thinking. I’ve always been a lost soul, jumping from country to country, from opportunity to another, yet I have realized I do not really have set goals.
I know I love to write, even though technically I was an accountant back in the day. I know I have a very creative mind, yet, I do not know where I want to go with all this. Where do I even start to figuring it out? I have a passion for telling stories and making magic out of words but what if I’m not good enough?
But most importantly, where do I even start to realize what I want to do with my life? What I want to do with my words?
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