Leaving behind my career as a Senior Lecturer, due to health reasons and due to the toxic culture, initially, I decided that, it will be a permanent early, self-chosen retirement. Suffice to say, I went like, my-my, mamma-mia. What a relieve, what a major blessing, coupled with excitement and trill. For the first 2 years, I travelled, simultaneously, I immersed in more time in my kitchen, for inventing new recipes. Apart from, I enjoyed the frill of going out with friends, and the feel good factor of spending quality time with my family. Honest to goodness, I felt fabulous. I felt extremely wanted by my family as well.
But 2 to 3 years down the road? I longed for my career again. What else is next, except applying for jobs. Countless applications and when I couldn't land myself back into the academic line, I didn't even mind clerical jobs. Mainly, online application, plus, trying my luck by asking friends. Yet? Nil. Literally 0. By then, age has caught up to 53, which assumingly is why I couldn't secure a job, and not my credentials. Believe me as well, I even went to the extent of submitting applications personally to some of the organizations. Still?? Back to square one. Point blank said, because I couldn't secure a job, I pushed myself towards my social entrepreneurial journey.
Family! The colorful lot or colorless lot. Mostly colorless, selfish lot. Selfish in the sense that their welfare and lifestyle mattered, instead of considering mine. Let tell you why. After giving up my career, I realized I was being used. As if, I am free and easy, which pretty much sums up, how generously they handed over all family matters without even checking with me. Basically, taking me for granted. Gosh! As if I am their door mat.
I couldn't take it. I wanted to get rid of being the one holding the family fort and I wanted to strip myself from all responsibilities, which by right, should be shared amongst family members. Let alone, I felt that even my other half-half, without realizing, went overboard by being dependent on me for everything and anything. Unbelievable, yet, the reality. My family experiences, oh-yes, contributed as the push factor. The push to, why I decided to venture into entrepreneurship. Gosh! I beg to differ if I didn't move forward, what else would have been waiting for me.
So as to speak. People in the society. Duh! They, if not all, some, the pack of one hell of a hack, because while at socializing whereby I met new people, my-my-my! Jumping the gun to the social sigma of branding me, since I don't work. Nope, they were not interested in knowing about my background. Some of these characters, over time, had the cheek to classify me as housewife. Can you imagine how it would have felt when someone point blank awards you this statement - bloody housewife, housewives have nothing to do.
Phew! There were instances, I couldn't help feeling small. Feeling as though, I am trying hard to fit into these people. Then again, come to think of it, I must salute these so called "Corporate Coms" for being one of the reasons for pushing me towards my social entrepreneurial journey. Not so much for proving any nuts to them, neither for achieving social status. Instead, for proving to myself that I am capable of starting all over again, and this time, starting from a scratch for igniting my entrepreneurial journey, for my self-worth.
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