Grieving the Comfort of a Steady Paycheck

At first, I thought it was the meds playing tricks on my mind. You know, the whole mood regulation gig. But as I sat in my studio, staring into the abyss of nothingness, these unfiltered thoughts started creeping in.

"I miss work.

Seriously, what's the game plan now?

Less than 6 months to figure out how to keep the lights on.

The economy's a dumpster fire.

The job market's a circus.

What do I gotta do?"

Tears? Oh yeah, they were real. Had to double-check by patting my own cheek. But why the emotional outpouring? I was always aware that the corporate world wasn't my forever home. Yet, I didn't think I would be apart of the self-employment rodeo this quickly.

Sure, I've soaked up all that advice on the "right time" to bid adieu to the 9-5 grind (two weeks notice by Amy Porterfield anyone?).

But the truth is my job stifled my creative energy.

By EOD, I was running on fumes. And hey, I actually enjoyed it! I truly liked my job. But it was like my creative wings were clipped anytime I tried to put that creative energy to my own business Healing In Hindsight?? .

The abrupt layoff blindsided me (ironically, the day after Valentine's Day). No heads up, no graceful exit plan. Unlike previous transitions that were smoother, this one hit like a ton of bricks.

I needed that financial safety net. Craving the return of my content creation flow state. Dreaming of bowing out on my own terms, but life had other plans.

Among the mental chaos, one thought slapped me silly: I missed work. Can you believe it? Wasn't this my golden ticket to bossing up for real? Yet, here I am, pining for what I left behind.

Gradually, it sunk in. I was cozy. I was comfortable.

Regular paychecks, insurance perks, work-from-anywhere freedom—I had it all. Now, it's just me, myself, and I again. No safety net, no team to lean on.

That cozy bubble was suffocating my creative spark. I kept shelving my dreams. I'm not a fan of this whole "motivation by desperation" gig. Bills piling up, wedding plans TBD—it's like a high-stakes game of Jenga.

Embarking on this journey is daunting. Stepping into the spotlight as my authentic self, without the corporate shield, presents a new challenge. Every decision, every share—now rests solely on my shoulders.

As I sit here, tears mingling with a chuckle, I acknowledge the truth: mourning the comfort of the known is totally legit in the whirlwind of change.

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Feel like you're sitting right beside me as I navigate this rebuilding process for Healing In Hindsight. Let's chat, experiment, and adjust together as I aim to take Healing In Hindsight? further than ever before. Follow the company page Healing In Hindsight?? on LinkedIn for regular updates and insights as I embark on this gutsy pivot.

As much as I'd love to keep the chuckles coming, responsibilities beckon! Off to conquer the day, but hey, delaying the inevitable with humor is an art, right? Stay cheeky, stay productive until our next procrastination party! ???

Taylor ?????