Everyone endures a particularly cringeworthy period of life. For me, that period was 4th grade. We had just emigrated from Bulgaria, and figuring out the cultural norms of the United States was tough. I didn’t speak English. I used a fork and knife to cut my pizza slice at lunch. I couldn’t play kickball. And I gave up all hope when I was presented with a breaded, deep-fried, sausage on a stick you Americans call “a corn dog.” Every day was something new, and every day I hated that I was different.
I can tell you that this rings so true for many people caught up in the corporate world. They burn inside themselves to break free, but am not prepared to take that leap of faith.
So important what you said, that each of us must remind ourselves of what we believe in and then be true to that.
Hi Polina
This is so well written, well done.
I can tell you that this rings so true for many people caught up in the corporate world. They burn inside themselves to break free, but am not prepared to take that leap of faith.
So important what you said, that each of us must remind ourselves of what we believe in and then be true to that.
Keep up the good work.
thank you so much for the kind words! I'm so glad it resonated with you!