09/05/2026
Today, I realized something painful but freeing: my job has been quietly stealing my peace for nearly a decade. And here's the hardest part: I really, really love my job. I love the work itself, the purpose, the daily rhythm. But after ten years in the same position with no promotion, no professional growth, only repeated disappointment, I have to ask myself: Is loving this wholeheartedly even worth it anymore?
For ten years, I've stayed, praying for a promotion that never comes, hoping a small salary hike would ease my worries about providing for those I care about. Every disappointment chipped away at me until I stopped even noticing the hurt, or so I told myself.
Yesterday, I posted a single note asking, "Why does it hurt?" A close friend saw right through me. When I admitted I still felt envy and self-pity despite trying not to care, he gave me the honesty I'd been avoiding, non-verbatim: "Drop everything in that company. It's not worth your emotions. Ten years and no growth?"
May I find peace in my future decision. I am praying to God that He will guide me in my decision-making. My emotions, time, and dignity have value. I'm finally ready to believe that.
