Wrote this yesterday because writing usually makes more sense than speaking for me 🤣 If any of it resonates, feel free to comment — and if you want to laugh at me, please do, because I’m usually already doing that myself.
TODAY’S FILE Or: How I Quit My Job, Learned Things, and Accidentally Started Suspecting I Might Actually Know What I’m Doing I quit my job today. No dramatic exit. No storming out. No slow-motion walk carrying a mug, a plant and unresolved rage. Just a very ordinary moment where something internally went: Right. That’s enough now. Not because this appeared out of nowhere. Because this has been building for months, and eventually there comes a point where you realise if you do not move now, you will still be having the exact same argument with yourself six months from now. For context: Life recently has looked like this: • work • children • systems • forms • deadlines • emails • repeated attempts to remember why I opened the laptop in the first place • approximately 247 tabs open internally • one definitely playing music I cannot find • several frozen • at least twelve demanding immediate attention for reasons still unknown So outwardly: normal adult functioning. Internally: still largely winging life and occasionally producing evidence of that without warning. Then somewhere in the middle of all that, I started writing properly. Not because I had a plan. Because certain things I had noticed and questioned for a while finally stopped sitting quietly and started needing somewhere to go. Which became writing. Which became a framework. Which then did something I had not fully factored in: A highly respected person whose thinking I genuinely admire is taking it seriously. Meeting with me. Giving it time. Treating my thinking like it deserves proper thought. Which is a shock in itself. Then, not long after, another respected voice — already quietly reading things I had written elsewhere — stepped in too. Which is roughly where my internal response became: I’m sorry, what? No, actually — Wait… what the fuck is going on here? Not that my brain accepted any of this gracefully. Obviously not. It immediately split itself in two: CHANNEL ONE: This might actually be something. CHANNEL TWO: