When it Rains, it Pours.

The Last Week of My Life Has Been... Interesting, to Say the Least......

After eight months of absolute hell — endless interviews, rejection emails and calls, hours spent researching jobs, writing pitches, preparing presentations, and the constant expense of travel, parking, and trying to look the part — I seriously couldn’t take any more.

The emotional toll was real: the sting of being ghosted, the exhaustion of rejection, and the frustration of trying to stay hopeful.

So, when a contract role finally came through, I took it — just to get me through the next six months and have some breathing room.

But then, just days later, boom! Another offer came in: a permanent role with better pay and more stability. I accepted that, and had the tough, awkward conversation to let the contract role go.

New contracts signed. Plans made. I was ready to move forward.

Then, out of the blue, boom again! Another company called me — knowing I already had two offers — and asked me to name my number.

It’s wild, humbling, and honestly, a little overwhelming. But after so long of feeling stuck, unseen, and rejected, it feels like a fresh start. I have spent the last few days processing. It seems surreal after what I have been facing.

But I am all for it. I am ready to be seen, valued and heard. Ready to step up, and excited for this new role.

And I’m learning to trust the timing — even when it feels like a rollercoaster.

With love,

Mumma ❤️💋

DISCLAIMER

I am not a licensed therapist, psychologist, or mental health professional. The information shared in this blog is based on personal experience, research, and general knowledge, and is intended for informational and supportive purposes only.

It should not be taken as professional advice, diagnosis, or treatment.