The Space Between Work and Home: What I Learned When I Finally Let Go.

Some Realizations I Had When I Quit My Job

I was so scared to quit my job - for so many reasons.

Growing up, my grandma would always remind me, “As a woman, you should always have your own income.” I think that’s where my Chiron in Taurus wound really sits - deep-rooted belief that my self-worth is tied to how much I earn, or that I’d only be loved if I could provide something.

But here’s what I’ve realized…

All those hours I poured into someone else’s company, trading time for money, left my own home uncultured and neglected. I was always in a rush, living by someone else’s rules, trying to fit in so I’d be accepted.

Not gonna lie, I actually loved working - especially with H&S. I met so many amazing people who taught me valuable lessons and reminded me of my worth. Even as an immigrant, I felt allowed to belong there.

You probably already know this about me - I’ve always had self-worth issues, a fear of judgement, and yest…social anxiety. But working with genuinely kind and supportive people helped me see that life really is better when you’re surrounded by those who lift you up.

There were still hard days, of course. But with H&S, for the first time, I felt what it’s like to be supported. It’s funny because I worked as a sales support - my job was literally to help others - but in the process, they helped me too.

Maybe that’s what healing looks like.

My fear of people has slowly faded. I feel more confident now talking on the phone, meeting new people, or just showing up as myself. Maybe it’s age, maybe it’s perimenopause (haha), or maybe I’ve just learned not to care so much about what others thing anymore.

Whatever it is, I’m grateful.

Life After Quitting

Now that I’ve resigned, all my energy and time are turned towards my rental home, homeschooling my daughter, and caregiving for my husband.

With limited space —and all my husband’s medical equipment —I’ve had to get really creative with how I use it. That meant decluttering.

It’s funny (and a little humbling) to find how many art projects I’ve left undone over the years. But now, I’m determined to finish them. I rediscovered hobbies I once loved but never fully pursued.

In the span of 11 years here, we’ve moved four times. And honestly, making a house a home takes time —energy, presence, and heart. Maybe now, I finally get to do that.

So maybe I’ll end this blog here for now.

But stay tuned…my next post will be about what my husband’s stroke taught me — not just about caregiving, but about life in general.