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It has been a year and a half since I quit my job. It has been a glorious year and a half. 

I have had a chance to explore other interests, including becoming a Team Associate for a non-profit initiative. 

We had our first meeting yesterday over Zoom and the topic of conversation was how Zoom had been down earlier.

More interesting than Zoom: Louis Tomlinson and 
Zara McDermott.
"I didn't know if it was just me," someone said.

"I had to cancel all my afernoon calls," another participant said.

I wanted to laugh and say, "Suckers! I used to be just like you!"

How many calls have I been on when an application, whether Teams or Salesforce, has been down and the news of the day, fervently discussed at the beginning of every meeting. 

Today, the news of the day for Anglophile me is when there is finally a picture of the Love Island star together with her new beau, a former One Directioner.

Now, as the incomparable Bonnie Raitt would say, that is something to talk about!

How I Got Here
I have always loved working, having a career and goals. Like so many people, my job is my identity. 

I knew in college that I wanted to get my Masters in Business Administration, despite no one in family knowing what an MBA was.

I remember talking to a fellow Econ major in college and telling him how I wanted to become a Vice President of a major company. 

He said he wanted to become CEO. White, male and privileged (I guess the the last adjective is redundant ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), he had no doubt that he would become a CEO. 

Asian, female and a daughter of immigrants, I could only dream of being a Vice President, supporting a CEO like my peer, who had worse grades than I did...

It took me 30 years of steady promotions and hard work to develop my skills before I realized my dream. I even started a blog as part of my Leadership Development program, reflecting on the things that I was being coached on.

It was an exciting day when I was promoted. Typical of my understated ways, I messaged a few people, but didn't do too much to celebrate. Something I regret. This was my life long dream after all!

And it's not like I achieved it in my 20s so that I didn't have perspective. I was in my 40s.

About a year later after achieving this lifelong dream, I quit. That's how I got here.



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