Dobby is free
For years I gave everything to a job.
I hosted events and seminars. Copywriting, social media management, Went out on location with production crews. Wrote scripts, edited videos — sometimes I was doing things I genuinely didn't know I was capable of. I even did a voice-over in English once. (It didn't make the final cut. My voice, apparently, had other plans.)
There were late nights. A lot of them. And one night before a big event where I didn't sleep at all, just kept going until the morning came and the event started and somehow it was fine.
I worked hard. I cared.
And somewhere in all of that, I lost myself a little.
So I left.
I timed it with the end of my maternity leave, that window that had been quietly counting down in the background. When it closed, I didn't go back. I chose this instead.
As of June 8th, I'm out. No more corporate schedule. No more working for someone else's brand at the cost of my own.
Finally. Doby is free.
But here's the thing about freedom, it's a little terrifying.
I don't have it all figured out. But I'm starting. Something exciting is about to happen and I know it.
Are you also in the middle of a starting-over moment?