27/08/2026
As I walk on my lunch break today, I can’t help but reflect on the words I used on previous post about my last job…
I keep saying that changing jobs was a turning point for me.
And it absolutely was.
But for some reason, I’ve been feeling the need to clarify what I mean when I say that, because I would never want it to sound like I’m blaming the job I left.
Quite the opposite.
I am incredibly grateful that I had the opportunity to do that job.
It challenged me, stretched me, taught me more than I can probably put into words, and gave me experiences that will stay with me forever. I grew as a leader, as a professional, and as a person.
That chapter will always be engraved in me as a great experience, and I’m genuinely proud that I had the opportunity to live it.
The job wasn’t bad.
It was simply no longer the right fit for where I was in my life.
At that point, I needed something different. I needed more space, less intensity, and the capacity to take care of myself in a way that I just couldn’t seem to get ahead of before.
So yes, changing jobs was a major turning point for me.
But not because I was escaping something terrible.
Sometimes a chapter can be incredibly valuable, help shape you in ways you’ll carry forever, AND still come to an end.
I can be deeply grateful for what that job gave me while also recognizing that moving on was exactly what I needed.
Both can be true. ❤️