Day one

I left work on Friday. It was my last day. I left with a smile. I didn´t get the work done, not all of it anyways. It is amazing actually how distant the work started to feel in the end. I just couldn´t get anything done. Like it was someone else´s job. Which it was actually.

I have used all my time trying to accumulate as much power and responsibility in my job as possible. When I was right at the top of my game, I gave it away just like that. I didn´t know that I could do that. I didn´t know I had that in myself. To give up something that you have felt passionate about for 9 years. Somehow that makes me proud. Sometimes it felt like I was tearing something apart inside, the other times I felt the relief of letting go. I can´t even say how normal it is, that person is so attached to ones work, that leaving it seems like leaving parts of your personality behind. I think this is the core reason why I have not been able to find the balance between home and work. So that is certainly something to think about., and now I have the chance to do that.

I will be home at least thirteen months. In that time I expect to find out more about me.
It has been a journey this far, and somehow I feel like it has only begun.

Martta