“People don’t leave jobs, they leave toxic work places”
My first reaction to the prompt has been a loud laugh, “like hey universe are youspying on me”.
Tomorrow will be my last day at work. I have been nagging here a lot about how toxic my work place is.
Of course quitting hasn’t been an easy decision to arrive at. It gets to a point where you choose your mental health and hope everything else will align.
I appreciate the growth. But noo, I wouldn’t be leaving if I loved my job.
PsI loooove my career, it’s the workplace that has been the issue.
You are skinny and tall. A good number of people are vouching for you to get into modeling.
Your body is your greatest insecurity though. Not by choice, but from all the things you’ve been told by bullies.
Somehow, all those comments get to you and you lose your sense of worth. Wild insecurities develop.
“ So hey sugar bun, I know at such a tender age you have no tools at all to help you walk yourself into the journey of self-love. This is what we are going to do though. We are going to be entirely comfortable in our skin.
I am aware that you are so timid and you can’t stand up for yourself against those bullies, but here’s what we are going to do, we aren’t going to let their mean words get to us. I know that might be hard but we are going to try.
Something else we are going to do is, we aren’t going to try and be the person we aren’t just to fit in with the cool kids . We are going to be unapologetically ourselves because that will be a clear road map to genuine self love.
Confidence hun, don’t let anyone mess with your crown you are a whole fairy. I mean you are a dream.
I have a long list of thingswe are supposed to do, but let me just finish with this one. We are going to allow ourselves to be in our teen era and just thrive at it. We have no business being anxious about what the future holds for us at this age, c’mon hun we’ve only been here for two minutes. So we might as well just relax and allow ourselves to be.
I want you to remember that your body isn’t an aesthetic. Your face isn’t an aesthetic either. You are entirely perfect the way you are. Bloom so hard in your pink girl era.🌷💖
I have been feeling stuck for quite a while now. I’m stuck in a loop.
It doesn’t feel great.
I’m trying to be careful not to make a wrong move. I know myself. I’m usually very impulsive.
I’m stuck at a very toxic work place. For quite a while now, I know the best decision will be quitting. I know I should quit.
I already have a list of things I would jump right into, after quitting. I have my plan. The elephant in the room is, how will I sort my bills out after I quit, before everything else aligns?
Now that’s the loop I’m caught in. It’s pretty much weird because, I do not know how I am surviving right now, because we are literally not being paid.
I can’t wait to meet myself on the other side of this. For now, I’m really just exhausted.
I know this is the kind of writing that should go somewhere in my personal journal, but you know what, I’m gonna leave it here anyway. Lol.
I grew up in the countryside. A very beautiful and intimate village in the Western region of Kenya.
I love that place with every fibre in me.
My sister loved hanging out with this neighbor. She was way older, this neighbor. They were the best of friends though.
She, my neighbor was widowed. So technically she understands grief really well.
This one evening she was seeing us off, I always would follow my sister around. She hated that🤣. I loved being in her space so.
The subject of death came up. My question was simple “How, do people handle death” I preceded “I don’t know I’d ever handle this life past losing a loved one.” Their answer was simple, and really cold. “You just accept it has happened, that’s everyone’s path”
I refused to let that sit in my head. At the back of my mind, I always silently wished that I’d be the first to die in my family. I couldn’t fathom losing any of my family. They are my heart those ones. ❤️
Two years down the line, my sister, the one I always would follow around died.
I am not ready to start writing about my mom now. She’s my literal heart that one. See those people you sit around with in silence, and the silence still feels extremely wholesome. She is my favorite human.
But yeah I have a bunch of other awesome people in my life. I can talk to my boyfriend for days. Our conversations usually revolve around weird topics with some much depth.
I am a weirdo, so I appreciate all the weirdos, that’s my tribe. Those are my favs. 😅
It has generally been a beautiful day, it being my mom’s birthday just made it fantastic.
Aside from that, there has been nothing unique on today. I was awake by 5:30 am, I didn’t get out of bed until 7:00 am. It’s like I get a rush from getting myself late. I have no idea when I’ll be intentional about showing up in time. Talk about bad habits.
I went to work, one day I’ll just give you an entire narration as to why I hate my workplace. I don’t hate my work. It’s the workplace I have an issue with. I know I’m supposed to be grateful and all that, but after I tell you about it then you’ll understand my hatred.
I got back to the house in the evening, I guess this is my every day favourite part of the day. I love being in the house. I live deep in the countryside, an interior village located in Taita Taveta. Well the natives of this place won’t agree with that because according to them, where I live is in “town” it is urban according to them.
I have an evening routine, I kinda love routines.
It’s way past 8:00pm and I’m just seated chilling watching “love is blind” please don’t judge me. I hear a little commotion outside. I don’t like drama at all. The noises coming from outside sounded interesting. I wanted to get the “tea” but unfortunately I couldn’t.
It is 11:37 pm now, and my curiosity won’t just chill. It is nudging me so bad. I wish I had an idea what all that noise was for. Probably it involves a man, mostly it usually involves a man.
I will never know though. I know tomorrow I’ll be over it🤣 will I though? I can’t even ask around, I’m the awkward neighbor who barely talks to people.
So I guess that was the most interesting part of today. The suspense.
I am intentional about making everyday good though. Cheers.
🤣 I know I can be a joke at times. Seriously though, does marshmallow fall under the category of candy? Yes/No. Well I don’t know, but I know I love it. Is it my favorite though? I don’t know, it’s the only sugary thing I can stand.
I’m not a sweet tooth.
I love chili and spices.
Also my other answer should have been cotton candy. Cotton candy sends out good vibes. It is just beautiful to look at and walk around with. Cotton candy usually gives rich aunty vibes.
I know I probably sound like a joke 🤣 but I chuckled the minute I read today’s prompt.
I never thought I’d ever have to write about my favorite candy, but well this was fun.
Ps. I don’t mean marshmallow the musician. I love his songs though, but like I don’t mean he’s my favourite candy. 🤣
Shadow to my light. 