I don't know what the next year holds. Maybe I'll go back to a corporate job. Maybe I'll write a book. Maybe I'll surprise myself and take a pottery class.
The Art of Showing Up: Lessons from a Year of "Not Knowing" megha das
For the last twelve months, I have lived in what author Jennifer Pastiloff calls “the beautiful middle.” Not the exciting beginning of a new dream, and not the glorious end where you finally "make it." Just the middle. The place where you put in the work, refresh your inbox one too many times, and wonder if you’re actually moving forward or just running in place. I don't know what the next year holds
I love my roots. I love the chaos of Durga Puja, the smell of shiuli flowers, the way my mother says "thakur dekha" (seeing God) as if peace is just a temple visit away. But I also love my quiet studio apartment, my unconventional hours, and the fact that I don't have to answer to anyone for taking a nap at 3 PM. Maybe I'll surprise myself and take a pottery class
With love and a little bit of chaos,
Not because I didn’t want to be here. But because I had spent so long believing that success requires a perfect, linear map . Graduate. Get the job. Climb the ladder. Repeat.