A year and two months ago, I got let go from my role.
The universe knew exactly what it was doing. It wanted me to slow down, start a company, and actually live for a while.
I bought a house right before I found out I was getting laid off, and through this entire year, I kept paying my bills, kept my house, and still found ways to enjoy life. Honestly, I was down for retirement if I’d had enough saved up for it. But that’s something I’ll always be proud of.
On Tuesday, June 26th, I woke up to news that felt almost too good to be true.
Two companies reached out by email to say they wanted to make me an offer.
Then, as if the universe needed to make its point extra clear, I got a phone call about a third opportunity, a project role.
For the first time ever, I negotiated. I asked, they declined, but during the weekend they came back on their own, without me having to push. I got half of what I asked for tacked onto my salary, and I signed my offer, all within a single weekend.
But honestly, the best part wasn’t the offer. It was hearing from the HR rep that he’d never seen every single interviewer pick the same candidate before. Six interviews. Seven people, from managers, to directors, to VPs, all landing on the same answer: me.
But also… the expectation. Eeek. Here’s to delivering.
Last week I finished the paperwork, and tomorrow, I officially step back into the workforce. I even got a haircut yesterday to start this new chapter.
Lessons I already had in me, but this year made me actually live them.
- Rest isn’t giving up, and my worth was never tied to a job title
- I’m more financially disciplined and resilient than I gave myself credit for
- How to negotiate for myself, and know what I actually want in a role
- Starting my own company gave me a different kind of confidence
- The people who show up for you in hard times are the ones worth keeping close
- Investing in someone else’s future is one of the most grounding things you can do for your own
I sat down at a coffee shop today to write this, and I forgot how therapeutic writing actually is. I think this needs to become a habit again, because when you don’t take time to look back, it’s easy to forget just how far you’ve come, and how much good has actually happened.
Now… off to get a massage before the big day tomorrow.













