being "enough"
Blowing the whistle. I find it such an unusual term but maybe that is because it is such an unusual thing to do.
I can’t say I always feel proud of what I am doing because most of the time I am running back and forth in a foggy, dim lit maze full of dead ends and distractions. At every turn I am faced with a new obstacle in which I have no idea how to overcome. I suppose there is a little part of me that wishes I didn’t experience what I did in my previous job, because then my mind wouldn’t be lumbered with the responsibility of trying to make a change, not just for me but for the world.
I find myself looking back at my reflection and hearing the words old colleagues would say.
“You won’t change a thing. You’re on your own. It’s bad but you just have to accept it. Just move on.”
God their voices irritate me to this day, just as much as they did when they told me I won’t achieve any change. Is it personal? Perhaps I don’t have what it takes to do something great. Oh Issy, do not slip back into that. We’ve been through this before, you are more than what they made you feel.