It’s my last day at work at this place.
A lot of people have called, mailed, messaged me after they got to know about my decision to move on. They were kind enough to check on me and to say how much they will miss having me around. To state a fact, I would miss this place. This place and the people have shaped me into becoming what I am today. For which, I will be eternally grateful.
Whenever we make a move from one place to another, a natural question asked is “how are you feeling”. I too was asked by a hundred people at least. Well, it’s a mixed feeling. Happy that I had a great time and I have greater things to look forward to. And sad that I will not be around some of my favorite people working on some amazing projects.
Someone asked me “Are you scared?”.
“You had everything going here, great boss, great team, opportunity to make a difference, and above all comfort” .
“Are you scared of leaving all this?”
It made me think. I have been feeling many things. Happy, sad, excited, nervous, and surely scared is one of the words. I think it is natural. Any change is scary. If someone says they are not scared of the change then either it is not a change or they are lying. It is okay to be scared. It’s nature. But it is important to keep going despite the fear. Growth lies beyond our fears. Beyond our comfort.
Another important aspect I am realizing when you move from a place you have loved so much and have zillion memories, is letting go! Letting go of wonderful memories, of all the highs, of the lows.. and traveling light with memories.lite version and lifelong friendships which I will cherish!
A cliché but you can’t drive forward with eyes stuck on the rearview mirror!
So here I am today ready to travel light and face my fears.
A poem by Khalil Gibran, is apt for this moment and would help as a guide when you face your fears………
It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her, she sees an ocean so vast, that to enter there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way. The river cannot go back.
Nobody can go back. To go back is impossible in existence.
The river needs to take the risk of entering the ocean because only then will fear disappear, because that’s where the river will know it’s not about disappearing into the ocean, but of becoming the ocean.
I am that river right now. On my journey to becoming the ocean! So long!
