Life at the Cross Road

"I wish I could be as brave as you."

An ex-colleague told me as we spoke over the phone earlier today. You see, eight months ago, I made a big decision to resign from work. I reached a point when each morning when I open my eyes, I had to convince myself to go to work. It had become too stressful that it manifested in me and affected my relationship with my family, especially my children.

It's a big adjustment financially, no need to say this. But I can say that I am much happier now (can't say the same for my husband. Haha) that I do not have to carry the burden of responsibility for a company, which in the end is not mine. No matter how hard I work, "they get the profit, they get the recognition, and I get my salary (plus lots of headaches and heartache, too!)

I knew in my heart I had to take the big leap. It was again, a dead end for me. Oh no, let's say, a "cross road". There is no turning back, only taking a new direction.

"It always seems impossible until it's done." - Nelson Mandela

There have been lots of changes, but we manage to get by. More than anything, I am thankful that I am able to be with my children during these crucial years.

I don't know why, but whenever I pass this alley, a zombie movie, "Peninsula (Train to Busan II), comes to my mind. The walk through this passageway should be short or very far, depending on your perspective. Like if you have to pass this way and it's infested by zombies, then it would really seem to be a long shot. Sorry about the analogy, but I also can't explain why I thought that. Lol.

You'll never know what's going to be the outcome of something, until you try it. Maybe, the road still leads to the same destination, but one route just takes longer to navigate than the other.

Moving forward is the only option, mot letting anything stop us to reach our great destination. We may be slowed down by some obstacles, but for sure we'll get by. When we do, I'm sure we can proudly look back and say, "We made it."