Seven months after making a lame resolution to try new things, the anvil fell hard right atop my head – and I find myself once again contemplating the harsh realities of reality
It's been a crazy two months. I've driven a Jaguar, visited Kenya (a video will be up soon), took a road trip to Knysna (pics to come) and ... been retrenched.
There, I said it. The one thing I never thought could happen to me has happened. Not that it caught me totally unaware either. I'd slowly felt myself being shunned silently as I walked the corridors, stood awkwardly in the elevator, received no response to emails that warranted some sort of acknowledgement.
So why then has it left a bitter taste in my mouth? And why has it taken me this long to write about it? Because I thought it couldn't happen to me? Because I'd been crowned 'prodigal' after I'd made my return a mere six months after leaving and been promised great things? Hardly. It was more the silent and slow repudiation of my role and the bitter reality that I was no longer needed, too costly for a company that had slowly sucked my soul dry while my family, friends and pets suffered silently in the background as I clocked in days – nay, weeks – of overtime I can now never get back.
After seven days of wallowing in self pity and eating all the food in the house, it struck me. Maybe this wasn't as big a calamity as I'd thought. I'd been treated unfairly, yes, and maybe there were other less qualified people who could have been given the boot instead. But this was an opportunity to pursue more of what I wanted to do, to take a step into the world and try out new things. And if that didn't work out, at least I'd have a nice pay cheque waiting for me as I whiled away my time exploring even more avenues towards my next calling. After all, I'd already reached the pinnacle of my 10-year plan. I'd received my Masters degree, been an editor of not one but two different (and amazing) consumer magazines and eaten my feelings in a box of chocolate squares. Okay, so that last one I would have done anyway but the point is, shifting gears at this point in my life isn't the be all and end all. It might not be as easy as driving the beautiful cars in this post's imagery but my career trajectory is far from over. It may have taken a slight U-turn but it's left me with a newfound sense of confidence and some extra cash. And I'm not going to say no to a spot of shopping, now am I?
Images 2 and 3: Customised K-Way Softshell 2 jacket
Image 4: H&M jeans, Puma Basket sneaker
Images 7 and 8: Customised K-Way Softshell 2 jacket, Truworths gilet, H&M jeans, Puma Basket sneakers
Photography: Mohammed Hoosain/HYVE Collective
Super cars courtesy of Venture South.