Lost and Found

I find that working is a lot like lost and found. The joy of starting something new is the essence of being found – things couldn’t be better and the worries you once had dissipate into thin air. You have an air of confidence and possess exuberance to make a change, as if you alone held the likelihood of success or failure for any given venture. Being found is renewal.

Lost is description enough. No-one wants to be there and sometimes it’s the stage from which being found meanders to. Once found, now lost.

I started a new job and am in raptures about the world. Things are fresh and I have a will to make a difference. My main concern is avoiding getting lost again.

Finding the Spark

I’ve struggled with motivation lately. This isn’t because I’m intrinsically unhappy. I have a good life, particularly outside of work. Somehow, I lack the va-voom to climb corporate mountains or to tackle oppressive managerial beasts these last few months.

This pains me because I don’t want to remain a corporate nobody. Like a lot of people, I’d like to leave my mark somehow. It’s just that when that burning fire inside cools to a tiny ember, the goal seems so far away and reviving it seems a tedious chore.

Is it my age? Have I been at this too long? Or do I just need a moment to recharge?

Making the Switch

I signed a new contract today. I’m still in the same company but in a new department. I’m pleased that I’m going to leave the old team and joining a new bunch of people with whom I have better affinity. Yet, the nagging sensation that I need to be elsewhere remains. I have too much respect for my new team to not do the right thing. This is a box that I must tick before other things.