Embarking on a sabbatical is like plunging into uncharted waters, a solo expedition into the depths of self-exploration. But what happens when your nearest and dearest start projecting their own aspirations onto your journey? When their well-meaning words carry a subtle hint of envy, threatening to veer you off course? Or worse yet, when they simply can’t wrap their heads around what you’re up to with all this time off? This is my tale – a rollercoaster ride of guilt, freedom, and finding myself.
As I kicked off my sabbatical, I was met with a chorus of admiration from friends and family. They lauded my bravery and deemed me “lucky” to have the chance to take time off and wander the world. Initially, their praise felt like a warm hug, validating my decision to chase my dreams. But as time wore on, I sensed a shift – a twinge of envy creeping into their well wishes.
Before long, guilt crept in – a heavy load on my shoulders as I grappled with the realization that I was living out others’ dreams. I felt like a dream thief, snatching away their aspirations. The constant reminders of my “luck” felt more like daggers, puncturing my facade of gratitude.
“Lucky?” I scoffed to myself. More like a meticulously planned escape involving a complete overhaul of my finances and plenty of emotional prep through coaching and therapy.
But amidst the guilt and uncertainty, I had an epiphany – this journey was mine and mine alone. It was my chance to put my happiness and fulfillment first, to carve out a path that spoke to my soul. I’d spent too long listening to others’ dreams; now it was time to heed my own inner voice.
Establishing boundaries became my saving grace – a way to filter out the noise and reclaim my autonomy. I learned to recognize when others’ voices threatened to derail me and took steps to safeguard my peace of mind. It wasn’t easy, especially when I cared deeply for those voicing their opinions.
Now, as I stand on the brink of my sabbatical adventure, I’m filled with clarity and purpose. I may not have all the answers, and the road ahead may be bumpy, but I’m ready.Ready to embrace the unknown, guilt-free and unapologetically selfish in my pursuit of happiness.
disconnecting a bit while taking a bus to the Irazu Volcano.
So here’s to the solo journey – a voyage of self-discovery and liberation, where the voice that matters most is the one whispering from within.
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