Onto My Own Path
Na-ra Studio
I’ve been thinking about this moment for a while. The day I quit my job. A regular paycheck, structure, and what some might call "security"—all gone. But honestly, the more I think about it, the more I realize I didn’t lose anything. I gained freedom.
Let me rewind a bit. For years, I worked a job that I thought I wanted. I was good at it, too. Got up every day, dressed the part, met deadlines, smiled in meetings, and hit all the marks of a "successful" career. But somewhere along the way, I realized the life I was living didn’t feel like my own. It was almost like I was on autopilot, doing what was expected of me rather than what I wanted for myself.
I started feeling the weight of every little task. The emails. The calls. The constant hustle. It felt like I was losing pieces of myself every time I shut down something I was passionate about to get back to work. I found myself daydreaming at my desk, thinking about what else was out there—what I was missing out on while sitting under fluorescent lights.
The tipping point came when I realized I wasn’t growing. Sure, I was climbing the corporate ladder, but what was at the top for me? More hours? More stress? More of the same? I wasn’t becoming the person I wanted to be—I was just surviving. And that wasn’t enough anymore.
So, I quit. I packed up my desk, handed in my resignation, and walked out, not just from a job, but from a version of myself I no longer recognized. It was terrifying, but it was also the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done.
Now, I’m stepping into something new—something that feels more like me. I’m embracing uncertainty because, for the first time in a long time, I’m the one calling the shots. I get to follow my passions, work on my own terms, and figure out where this journey will take me.
It’s not going to be easy, I know that. But I also know I won’t regret choosing myself over a job that didn’t fulfill me. So here I am, starting fresh and carving out a new path. I don’t have it all figured out, and that’s okay. For now, I’m just happy to have my freedom back.
Here’s to the next chapter.
- NA-RA
Let me rewind a bit. For years, I worked a job that I thought I wanted. I was good at it, too. Got up every day, dressed the part, met deadlines, smiled in meetings, and hit all the marks of a "successful" career. But somewhere along the way, I realized the life I was living didn’t feel like my own. It was almost like I was on autopilot, doing what was expected of me rather than what I wanted for myself.
I started feeling the weight of every little task. The emails. The calls. The constant hustle. It felt like I was losing pieces of myself every time I shut down something I was passionate about to get back to work. I found myself daydreaming at my desk, thinking about what else was out there—what I was missing out on while sitting under fluorescent lights.
The tipping point came when I realized I wasn’t growing. Sure, I was climbing the corporate ladder, but what was at the top for me? More hours? More stress? More of the same? I wasn’t becoming the person I wanted to be—I was just surviving. And that wasn’t enough anymore.
So, I quit. I packed up my desk, handed in my resignation, and walked out, not just from a job, but from a version of myself I no longer recognized. It was terrifying, but it was also the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done.
Now, I’m stepping into something new—something that feels more like me. I’m embracing uncertainty because, for the first time in a long time, I’m the one calling the shots. I get to follow my passions, work on my own terms, and figure out where this journey will take me.
It’s not going to be easy, I know that. But I also know I won’t regret choosing myself over a job that didn’t fulfill me. So here I am, starting fresh and carving out a new path. I don’t have it all figured out, and that’s okay. For now, I’m just happy to have my freedom back.
Here’s to the next chapter.
- NA-RA