But I am moving on. What I cannot put up any more is not about further career opportunity (which was indeed bad), not about financial compensation (which was ok), not about living in a muslim society (which was surprisingly acceptable). It was because of this total lack of motivation, caused by losing my self-esteem and letting myself drift across the battles that I was not supposed to win after all.
What's next? I don't know. People would say I must be crazy to leave this job. Especially without anything concrete for my next career move. I must really be crazy. Yes I might be really crazy, for myself and for my future.
I don't want to plan anything now. I am going to finish this glass of fine red and I will sing for a while for now. But tomorrow when I get up, I know for sure, I will do my damn best to find this reckless boy in me again, who was not afraid of hitchhiking across Canada, who was not afraid of any challenge.
Wish me a good luck!