The Power of a Quiet Life

Growing vegetables, a good book, and *really* long walks

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I vividly remember getting the phone call for my graduate job. My phone buzzed in my pocket, I pulled it out. Unknown number.

It was them, I thought.

I’d just been through a gruelling (almost didn’t go — thanks, dad) interview process, and it’d been almost a week since. They rang — that was a good sign, right? If it were a no, I’d imagine an email with some fluff would have arrived a few days ago, right?

I rang back, I got through to the hiring guy, he was going on about how I thought it went — oh, just put me out of my misery.

“We’d love to offer you the job.”

My eyebrows raised, my mouth shot an embarrassingly cheesy smile, and you could hear my happiness through the phone.

It's funny, this was the culmination of everything I thought I wanted. A few months later, which happens to be about 8 years ago now, I entered the world of work.

I set out on my adventure of adulthood.

My goals? Get promoted, live in a huge house, buy a shiny car, and be successful. What ensued was years on that journey.

Meetings I obsessed over, I rehearsed presentations, I spent hours on the weekend…