A Breath of Hope

I had a meeting a couple of days ago … in a café at the airport. The meeting was set at 5 o’clock in the afternoon and I was running late. The gentleman I was supposed to meet called me two times just to confirm that I was indeed, on my way. As usual … the traffic was horrendous and I had to calm myself from just breaking out into the street and sprinting the remaining kilometer to the airport. I just had to close my eyes and tell myself that I was fine.

 Decisions are more difficult to make when you are aware that the repercussions are ultimately life-changing. There is likewise no bigger threat when the consequences will not only affect you, but those very dear to you as well.

 Although I knew that the result of this meeting was at best, tentative and unsure, I have taken this first step … a leap of faith.

 See, I feel that my feet have grazed the surreal surface of corporate hell and I have no intention of letting the demons that hold it in thrall pull me down with them. I am unmotivated, upset and most of all … tired. In my long years of working, I have never been tired … it both surprises and distresses me that I feel this way. I am not as young as I used to be and I do not want to spend the peak years of my career feeling this way.

 This meeting was a breath of hope … a light at the end of this long dark tunnel that I have traversed for five months. I will make the decision when the time comes … there is no alternative.

 Insha’Alla  … all will be well …

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