Then came the turning point: One evening, I asked myself, “Is this really it?” It was like a wake-up call. I realized I was no longer excited about my work, and that’s when I decided to make a change. I had always wanted to be a writer, but fear and self-doubt had held me back. That night, I promised myself I would take the risk—quitting my job and finally following my creative dream.
The Leap
I handed in my resignation, and suddenly, my life felt both terrifying and exhilarating. I didn’t have a detailed plan—just the resolve to finally do something meaningful. The moment I submitted my resignation, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders. For the first time in years, I was doing something for me.
