It’s a strange feeling—to genuinely enjoy your job, appreciate your team, and still feel like something inside is quietly whispering, “It’s time for a change.”
That’s where I’ve found myself lately.
I’m in a role I’ve worked hard to get to. The responsibilities challenge me, the people I work with are kind and talented, and there’s a real sense of purpose in what I do. On paper, it’s everything I wanted. But over time, that quiet inner voice has grown louder. Not because I’m ungrateful, not because things are bad—but because I’ve grown.
Growth has this funny way of making comfort feel like confinement.
I’m craving new challenges—ones that stretch different muscles and force me to learn all over again. I want to create, to build something from the ground up, to rediscover the fire that comes with uncertainty. I’m not running from anything—I’m reaching toward something I can’t fully name yet.
If you’ve ever felt this way, you know it’s not easy. It’s hard to explain to others when there’s no glaring problem. But fulfillment isn’t always about fixing what’s broken—it’s sometimes about following the pull toward what’s next.
So that’s where I am: grateful, but restless. Grounded, but looking toward the horizon.
And maybe that’s okay. Maybe that’s growth.