The best version of myself
This is a story about survival. But it’s also a story of much more. It’s a story about how you can go from just surviving to the best version of yourself.
I was living in London when I got my dream job.
I went through something like 10 interviews to get that job. I was excited to work there, that along with a significant pay rise, really good benefits, and international travel on the company’s dollar I got to work with a group of people I liked and admired.
I don’t know what came first. Whether I was having emotional issues of my own before my bosses had issue with my performance, or whether they were scrutinising me first. But I got fired from the best job I ever had.
There’s a whole story — called Things I Fucked Up — that also goes into being in Berlin and not taking my medication and skipping meals. But that’s a whole side epic.
In short, it wasn’t a good time. I cried all the way home.
I’d wondered in the days leading up to my termination what would happen. I had some very dark thoughts about what I would do in the worst case scenario.
But the thing is, in the weeks that followed I survived. I flourished. I started writing a series of interviews with inspirational, successful and passionate people. I talked to musician Frank Turner about his love of history, and to film maker Tiffany Shlain about her passion for sculpture.
I wrote feature articles about subjects I was interested in, including the girl named Martha who started her own coder academy where she lived in Kenya.
When my friend Ceri had a bad time of her own, I took her in, and supporting her also helped me in the process. I had to pull myself together and get my own shit together if I was going to be any use to her at all.
She didn’t save me, and I didn’t save her. This story isn’t about Ceri, she deserves various stories of her own.
But the point is the worst happened. I lost my job. But I survived, and I had the time to just be myself.