Is This the Right Job for Me?

A few days ago, a beautiful ad popped up on Instagram.

They were looking for a part-time collaborator for a self-development platform.

— Like a piece of candy, I thought immediately.

And I already started spinning all the possibilities connected to that job…

But then—

— …but if you accept it, when will you write?
— Who was that? I wondered. Maybe I imagined it? Hm, this job really is great…
— You won’t be able to travel to Veloria anymore… — the little voice was persistent.

Veloria

A magical, white city I invented.

In an invented land. A kingdom, of course.
A city that embraced me as a place of justice, comfort, and love.
A book that has seen the light of day on Amazon.

I am already writing the second part.

At that moment, I stopped and said:

— No. You will no longer be useful. You are creative.

Usefulness or creativity?

At some point in life, we reach that remarkable maturity.
We stop learning through other people’s systems.
Other people’s systems are good — they offer structure, security.
But they consume attention, drain the nervous system, and leave scattered those of us who build systems of our own.

The price is too high.
From exhaustion to a shifted focus away from what carries our name.

At that moment in life — the turning point — we become brave.
Confident in ourselves.
We recognize the crossroads and choose the path where the voice of imagination can still be heard.

Why did we wander?

Because we learned to put others before ourselves.
Because we were taught to be useful.
Because we walked for a long time along paths someone else built for us.
Often by handing over our own power — willingly — to someone else.

I write in the feminine, because I am a woman.
It is probably the same in the male world as well.

Why did this ad appear in my field of attention at all?

Not because I need a job.

— Because I am standing on the threshold of consolidating my own power. — the thought was clear.

In moments like these, the same things often appear:

• a “safe” structure
• someone else’s system
• a role in which you are needed

It is an old pattern:
being a support for others, while what is yours waits on the side “just a little longer.”

A moment to set a clear boundary.
Not outward.
Inward.

“I do not take on roles that pull me away from my center, even if they are beautiful, meaningful, and paid.”

This is not rejecting an opportunity.
It is respecting one’s own phase.

I closed the laptop window where the ad had been.
The next click opened a Word document where my characters were waiting for me.

My Veloria.

Some decisions don’t arrive loudly.
They unfold, slowly — like a waltz.

You can find my book  and more about my work on Amazon Whispers of Veloria