I was laid off in May 2024, and it took me six months to land a job that I absolutely hated, only to get laid off again in May 2025. During that time:
I had an entanglement that ghosted me. I immediately called him out on being a rebound. Idk why men can’t just call shit what it is. Sickly, I genuinely liked the guy as a person (a friend), told him as much, and his response was to post 13 IG stories of him and his girlfriend. My bad for wanting to be your friend… sowwie! Happy for you, though!!!
I watched Karma do her thing on a spectacular level. I still can’t believe I was allowed to witness it happen. Sheesh. But also… thank you.
I started seriously thinking about what lies ahead of me. At 38, it feels like I’ve lived so much, but I’m also just scratching the surface. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my mortality and what I really want out of life.
There was a time when I was making $10 an hour, dreaming about six figures, getting my master’s degree, and buying my first property. I accomplished all of it before 40. But here I am, wondering if I’m really cut out for corporate life. Do I want to circle back and lead cross-functional teams again? Honestly, no.
One of my biggest goals has always been to sell a business for a gazillion dollars. That’s probably not realistic, but also why isn’t it? I have a habit of talking myself out of things I think are unattainable because I’m a realist, aka terrified of failure. But fear is starting to get on my nerves because there’s literally nothing to be afraid of. Failure only teaches you how to succeed.
I’ve been in Jamaica for two weeks, clearing my mind and centering myself, and I think I've found my spark again.
So it’s time to put on my big girl panties, swing big, and go for what I want. I will sell a business. I will own a small boutique resort in Jamaica. I will live a life of luxury and leisure. I can have anything I want, and that’s the reality. I can’t forget that.