Today was a mix of many things, a prayer for my late Ma, a catch-up with a former colleague turned close friend, a test for a course I just completed, and ongoing chats with recruiters… all while continuing to navigate the job search and upskilling journey. It felt like a lot. Each moment asked something different of me, pulling my attention in multiple directions. I’m learning to adapt, to breathe through the overwhelm, and to find my rhythm in this new norm.
But somewhere between the checklists and challenges, today taught me to slow down and give thanks. To appreciate the simple things, like getting in the car to meet a friend for coffee, or walking along the promenade just to reconnect with myself. Moments that feel small but are, in fact, everything.
These last two weeks of increased flexibility have gifted me the chance to reconnect, with loved ones, close friends, even former colleagues. In those conversations, I’ve heard their stories, shared in their struggles, and found comfort in the shared humanity of it all. It’s reminded me that we are all navigating something. And sometimes, simply listening or being present is the most powerful thing we can offer.
We often underestimate how far compassion goes. A thoughtful message, a shared laugh, a moment of honesty, it has a ripple effect. And in a world that can feel increasingly disconnected, choosing to show up for one another is a quiet act of rebellion. A radical return to what truly matters.
And through it all, my friends, those who’ve offered support in ways big and small, have become the quiet fuel keeping me moving forward. Their kindness, consistency, and presence have lit the path ahead, especially when my own light has flickered. With every message, every check-in, every reminder that I am not alone, they’ve helped guide me closer to my truth, my purpose, and the role that aligns with all that I am becoming. That kind of support? It’s sacred.
Who grounded you today, and how can you be that presence for someone else tomorrow?
~Nerusha
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