There comes a time in anyone’s life when one has to pull a disappearing act just to get back into sync; to put everything into its proper perspective; to rest, recover, and rebuild after a long period of illness punctuated by enough trouble to base an award-winning film or a best-selling novel on.
In my case, I was dangerously ill for much of February – so much so, as a matter of fact, that it prompted me to end what would best be described as over 20 years in the advertising industry. The last straw had finally broken the camel’s back.
I feel blessed that I got out when I did…and when I did get out, I found another job with a corporate governance advocacy. It’s like I’m trying to correct the mistakes committed by several former employers throughout the two decades of my career: unfair treatment of employees, lack of compassion for employees and their dependents, corrupt practices including but not necessarily limited to paying off government agencies, and office politics in general. It makes me feel alive again, this being part of something that acts like a guardian that believes in doing the right things and doing them well.
There have been some personal losses over the past several weeks and issues that came boiling to the surface. There were days when I wondered if I would make it out alive, let alone sane; days when I would wonder if anything would be all right again.
I lost my appetite. I hardly cooked. I seldom baked. I just lost heart with everything.
But those days are over. The weeks have passed. My appetite has returned and there are new recipes to try and feature on this blog. For those new treats, keep visiting – and thanks for bearing with me.