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Putting on my big girl shoes

Hi all...I know its been a while. But I really haven't had anything to
say. simply because I didn't seem to be able to adequately express
myself or explain what was going on inside my head.

Anyways that's another post entirely. This one is about the choices
I've made or rather decided to make. I'm quitting my job yo! This
month, with no new job lined up, I'm saying goodbye to KPMG. Someone
here might call me crazy, irrational maybe. Or maybe just more than
one someone. But before you judge me, hear me out.

Have you ever felt like you were just sitting around waiting for your
life to happen? And that whatever happens in between is acceptable
until your life actually happens? But then as days, months and years
pass the feeling fades into that nagging,mocking voice at the back of
your mind as you cannot remember for reward nor ransom what it was you
first loved.

Over the years I've had this feeling. At first I thought it'd go away
but it didn't. Until it got so bad that some days I felt like I was
drowning in all of it. Don't label me ungrateful as some might say. I
am grateful to God for the job I have, the job that puts petrol in my
car and clothes on my back.

But...its time for me to get on with my life. One huge step at a time.
Fingers crossed, heart filled with hope and what I perceive from the
beating in there, as a signal that the best is yet to come.

Love and Peace,
Abimbola

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Comments

kwasimodoh said…
overwhelming, and i can understand why you think you need a breather. all the best luv!
T.Notes said…
Girl,we need to talk!Gmail.

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