So, I finally bit the bullet and started applying for jobs.

There is one particular role that I really want, and after what I felt was a strong interview, I now find myself in that uncomfortable in-between space, the waiting. The uncertainty of not knowing whether I got the job or not has been sitting heavily on my mind.

The reason I decided to return to work is simple: I want financial stability. As much as I believe in my day trading journey and feel confident about where it could take me, having a stable source of income right now would do wonders for my mental health.

Beyond that, I think I am ready to engage with the world again.

I've realised that if I want to write and tell meaningful stories, I need to live life. I need experiences. I need conversations. I need to interact with people and the world around me. Stories don't come from isolation; they come from participation.

When I was in the depths of burnout, I was carrying so much pain that I convinced myself I never wanted another job again. I swore off employment altogether. But now, standing on the other side of that experience, I can see things differently.

It doesn't have to be that way.

I am a nurse. This is meaningful work. It's a career I chose because I wanted to make a difference in people's lives. There is something deeply rewarding about being of service to others and contributing to the well-being of a community.

What a privilege it is to spend your working hours helping people rather than simply chasing profits and quarterly targets.

I am ready to go back to work.

It won't be easy, especially given my current family situation. There will be challenges. But if I want to move forward and build the life I envision for myself, then this feels like the next step.

I hope I get the job.

Lately, I've been craving something simple: a simple life, a simple routine, and a sense of security. Nothing extravagant. Just stability.

And I think getting this job might be the first step toward that.