I have been working for the past 12 years. And suddenly due to reasons beyond my control, I have to quit my job. Taking this decision was not easy; there was turmoil of emotions in my mind. And even after taking the decision, the panic attacks wouldn’t stop.
On the one hand, I felt it’s just right to quit. Had I not played the role of a working woman long enough? Was it not time to give priority to other roles in my life? Be a wife & cook for hubby. Be a mum and listen to my daughter’s endless chatter all day. Be a daughter and visit my parents whenever I feel like and not be at the mercy of bosses and plead for leaves. Be a daughter in law and give my in laws the much needed respite.
On the other hand, I was afraid. Office environment was familiar and safe. Moving out from there into a different setup altogether and playing a different role, would I fit in? Would I be able to adjust?
Some of the apprehensions I had:
· Losing my financial independence
· Fear that everyone else would take me for granted
· Missing meeting friends and socialising in office
· Fear of feeling restless after a couple of days.
· Fear of being stereotyped as being a housewife.
· Missing the sense of achievement felt after a good project delivery/appreciation received at work
Some of the things I was looking forward to after quitting:
· Raising my child my own way
· Long vacation without worrying about leaves
· Not having the clock dictate every action
· Not being at the mercy of others for child care
· Spending “Mummy and Anagha” time J
· No longer having to deal with the guilt of turning a blind eye to Anagha’s calls for mummy while I attend conference calls at home
I cannot recall the exact moment, date or time that was the turning point or for that matter the exact reason that triggered the change, but somehow all my fears have now vanished. I no longer regret my decision, this feels right. I firmly believe everything in life happens for a reason, and so if I have been forced to quit, God has better plans for me. Perhaps it is this belief that has given me the strength. Or perhaps the mere fact that I am so looking forward to do all the above mentioned things, that I am not thinking about anything else.
Earlier, I used to feel like I am wasting my life if I don’t work; now I feel I am wasting my life and not being able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life due to office hour restrictions.
Will I continue to feel this way? I don’t know. But for now I have found my peace.