I feel as though this post has been a long time coming.
For some reason I’ve held off writing it, I believe the reason was that I didn’t feel complete with this concept. Now it feels absolutely symbolic to be writing this, especially at this time.
Three years ago, almost to the day, I left my full-time career as a practicing Architect.
For about 10 years I defined myself by my career, or rather my ego did. I knew my place in the world based on my title. It commanded a level of ‘professional’ respect amongst family, peers and anyone that happen to come into my life.
Surprisingly, with all this so-called attachment to the title, I actually felt lighter when I walked out of the office for the last time. Life had a sense of spaciousness about it. But the lightness and the spaciousness quickly dissipated weeks into my new role on the retail floor.