After I left my full-time job nine months ago, I felt invincible. For the first time in years, I was brimming with hope and positivity. I was on “early retirement” because a sabbatical leave is not at all a common practice in this country. For my physical and mental health, I needed to take a break I felt I very much deserved.
I travelled all throughout summer. It was in July when I started to seriously look for a job. September is almost over now, and apart from a few writing gigs here and there, I have nothing to show for my extraordinary sense of bravery (or so I thought) when I quit my corporate job.
I’ve had a few wins, but for the most part, life has been difficult. I was applying for jobs not aligned with my former level and what I used to do because I wanted to, well, try and do something different.
I sent out applications and went in for countless interviews (I logged them at first but lost count already), and had my fair share of rejections which broke me some days, and toughened me up some days.
I applied for positions I was overqualified for, and applied for even more I was underqualified for because I figured it was something I had to do to get a foot in the door. I was gunning for institutions and industries new to me.
And then there were applications I myself had to decline and stop pursuing after an interview or two, because I simply felt it was not a good fit for me.
Remote project work involving writing or content management hugely appeals to me, but honestly, I’ve been craving human interaction after staring at my laptop for long periods of time.
I figured I may consider full-time office work if the location is in Quezon City, Manila, Pasig, or Mandaluyong — that’s my self-imposed criteria (just a matter of preference). For some reason, I’ve been resisting the thought of working in Makati or BGC which host probably 90% of all job opportunities in Metro Manila.
I know it’s a tough call, but I’m this close to selling out, without any regard for the location whatsoever. My non-negotiable is transforming right before my eyes.
How could I be this old and still searching for my place in the sun? I had to look back and think if I regret any of my choices. Well, not really. Things happened for a reason. Life happened. Surely, I’m not the first one in the world to feel this way, and that’s strangely comforting.
And so I’m writing this as part of my search. A job search is changing my life in so many ways. It starts with looking inward. I can say I am not afraid of reinventing myself. Acknowledging that I have much to learn no matter how many years of experience I’ve racked up, I am still eager to learn and do new things.
There’s a big, exciting world out there.
I’m starting over.