Feels liberating, this eventual extrication from a tangled web. Feels as though there's no longer a need to dread work, to dread each successive day.
You know, when I was younger, I used to find it difficult to understand why people could stay in jobs that they do not enjoy, much less care for. Why suffer while working, especially since a disproportionate amount of waking time's spent working?
This, I could not fathom.
But when I start working, I realised why.
The work was fun, engaging, the colleagues, friendly. This initial pleasantry masked the gradual souring of working conditions. It was a quagmire that one couldn't recognise at first glance. Or, more accurately, it turned from a peaceful lake into a quagmire over time.
The reluctance to leave this job that few look forward to stemmed not only from the comfort, security and predictability offered but also with the general inertia, laziness and unpredictability in finding new jobs.
The reluctance to venture into uncertain grounds, the associative fears of pauperism and societal prejudice... they account for why people can stay in jobs that they dislike for years.
Sounds sad, doesn't it?