I remember getting fired from at least five jobs.
I left these feeling angry, playing victim and ego bruised.
It took me years to figure it out...👇
It was always the right decision for everyone.
But, when it happened, I made sure they know I wasn't happy.
I made a fuss.
Here's the thing:
I knew these jobs were not working out.
I knew these positions were not right.
I knew I was in the wrong place.
But I hanged on.
For the sake of money, comfort and ego.
Things could have been much easier for me, if after being made redundant, I would have just said: "Yes, you're right, this isn't working'.
But instead, something in me was screaming: "Don't let them!"
Something entitled. Something childish. Something egotistic.
In the last corporate position I held, I felt things were not working for me.
I decided to quit.
I felt good, strong and confident.
This was the right thing to do.
The lesson is:
It doesn't matter who broke it off and why.
It was always the right thing for me.
And, yes, I'm talking about my separation.