#Week 12

Ever since I left my job in banking, I have experienced a new and up until now unknown feeling on Sunday afternoon: I find myself actually looking forward to the week ahead. In the past, I used to be in a -super- bad mood starting from 3pm onwards; thoughts about how much I did not want to go back into the office on Monday morning and a general feeling of ‘what am I doing with my life’ would come back on a weekly basis. Obviously, this type of thinking without any further action is kind of pointless and besides that, I was spending a significant part of an already short weekend not enjoying myself. Little did I know how different things could be! Nowadays, I occasionally work a bit on Sunday, not because I have to, but because I feel like it, and without exception, I am excited to see what the upcoming week will bring.

This week was no different a part from the fact that my parents were coming over from Holland for the weekend. I have to admit, this was the one ‘activity’ I was dreading. Although my parents had been surprisingly supportive about me resigning, it was hard for them to fully comprehend why on earth I would leave a ‘good job’ behind for something that was yet to be found. As understandable as this might be, especially from a parent point of view, I didn’t have all the answers for them. I might seem confident and I don’t really worry about things not working out, but I can’t deal with people (in particular my parents or other people who know me well) being negative or doubtful about what I am doing at the moment. For that, I am simply too much in the dark still myself. Almost two months of radio silence between me and my parents is what came out of this and that period was now going to be ended on Friday afternoon at St Pancras station…

Against everything I’d expected, it turned out to be one of the best weekends I’d ever spent with my parents. I couldn’t stand the almost tangible tension between us so I decided to take the bull by the horns and get it out of the way. Only an hour after they’d arrived, I told them everything I was exploring at the moment and all the things I was more or less working on. They were visibly relieved (my mum had been worrying I’d given up looking for a job altogether) and from that moment on we all finally relaxed.

When they left on Sunday, I felt grateful; not only was I looking forward to a new week, I finally dealt with this parents issue, and I even if I didn’t think their ‘approval’ would be so important to me, apparently it still was.

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