Man, sometimes you just hit a wall, you know? Like, before November 2019 rolled around, I was just kind of chugging along. Doing the work, getting by, but honestly, my engine felt like it was sputtering. I’d been feeling this low-key hum of dissatisfaction for a while, like there was something else I should be doing, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It wasn’t a bad situation, not at all, but it just wasn’t… me anymore. My gut was telling me something needed to shift, big time.
I remember that last week of October, I spent most evenings just staring at the ceiling, thinking. Thinking about what I really wanted, what kind of work truly resonated. It felt a bit like being adrift in an ocean, but without a map. That’s probably where the whole “Pisces” vibe came in, if you catch my drift. Just trying to flow with it, figure out the current.
The Dive into November First Week
So, come the first Monday of November 2019, I woke up with this weird kind of clarity. It wasn’t a sudden epiphany, more like a quiet resolve. I told myself, “Alright, this week, you’re not just thinking. You’re doing.” And by ‘doing,’ I meant actively exploring that nagging feeling.
- Monday: I just sat down with a blank notebook and scribbled everything that came to mind. No filters. What skills did I actually enjoy using? What problems did I love solving? What kind of environment made me feel energized instead of drained? It was messy, a real stream of consciousness thing, but it was a start. I pulled out all those half-baked ideas I’d been sitting on.
- Tuesday: I started narrowing it down. Took those messy thoughts and tried to find common threads. What if I tried X? Or maybe Y? I focused on things that felt intuitive, things that my gut kept nudging me towards. I also spent a good chunk of time just reaching out. Not job hunting, mind you, but just, like, having coffee with old colleagues, picking their brains, asking how they navigated transitions. Just listening to stories, really.
- Wednesday: This was the day I actually started building something small. A tiny, tiny prototype of an idea I’d been kicking around for ages. It was clunky, ugly, probably wouldn’t work, but it was tangible. I figured, if I could just get something out there, even if it was just for myself, it would feel like a step. I spent hours just messing with it, learning new stuff as I went.
- Thursday: Ugh. This was the low point. The thing I built? It broke. Like, utterly, totally broke. I spent the whole day trying to fix it, and it just wouldn’t budge. I got frustrated, really wanted to just throw my hands up and say, “Nope, this isn’t for me.” All those doubts came rushing back, telling me I was crazy, I should just stick to what I knew. It felt like walking through thick mud.
- Friday: But then, something shifted. I woke up Friday morning, still annoyed about Thursday, but with a different perspective. Instead of trying to fix the broken thing, I asked myself, “What did I learn from it breaking?” And suddenly, it wasn’t a failure, it was data. I scrapped the broken part and started a new, simpler version. And this time, it clicked. Not perfectly, but enough to see a path. I made a crucial decision that day: I was going to carve out specific time every single week to keep exploring this, no matter what.
- Weekend (Saturday & Sunday): I spent the weekend reflecting. That first week of November hadn’t landed me a new job, or a finished project, or a million bucks. But what it did do was give me momentum. It gave me a direction. It was like I’d finally decided to stop floating and actually try to paddle. I felt a real, deep sense of purpose that hadn’t been there before. The career update wasn’t external; it was internal. It was about taking control of my own journey, swimming with the current instead of against it. And honestly, that felt like the biggest win of all.
It was a proper scramble, a mix of pure intuition and stubborn effort, but by the end of that first week, I knew I was on to something. It just felt right.
