Eight weeks without a job title made me question where meaning actually lives.
I resigned five weeks ago. Three weeks remain. There is a role waiting on the other side, but right now, in the middle of this notice period, I am sitting on my couch with a show playing on my tablet and a laptop open that nobody has asked me to use…
“If a room only values me for the badge on my chest, then maybe it was never my room to begin with.”
This truth hit me years ago, and it has stayed with me ever since.
A client who I had worked with extensively had kindly referred me to an event organizer as a public sector expert for a panel discussion. By then, I had done…
This week, I’ve been reflecting on some unintentional, embarrassing mistakes. If you’re anything like me – someone who replays every faux pas in their head like an Ekta Kapoor serial – you’ll understand the impulse to pack your bags, change your name, and start over in a new city.
I made one such mistake recently…
All my life, I have felt a quiet discomfort of being different. Of not being able to find joy and enthusiasm in conversations that most people would. Of finding the process of exchanging social pleasantries exhausting. Of feeling sad when my soft reserve is mistaken for cold withdrawal or worse, contempt. Growing up, I often…
We’re told to “find” our voice – as if it’s hidden away in some treasure hunt – and once you find it, you’re sorted. For life. That once our current voice – which, others might tell us, needs to be stronger, softer, sharper, clearer or some other adjective – reaches the sweet spot of perfection, we are done working upon it.
But…