(Spoiler: Turns out, someone pretty damn awesome.)
Let me set the scene.
You’ve finally crossed that mythical finish line—retired, semi-retired, or just “done with the nonsense.”
No more back-to-back Zoom calls, no more passive-aggressive emails signed “Warmly,” and no more pretending you didn’t hear your coworker chewing like a rabid goat for the last decade.
At first, it’s pure bliss.
You sleep in.
You drink coffee in actual daylight.
You wear the same stretchy pants three days in a row—and feel zero shame.
But then… something weird happens.
The silence sets in.
Not just the kind where the TV's off… but the kind in your gut.
The one that whispers:
“Okay… now who the hell am I?”
Because let’s be honest.
You’ve been someone for a long time.
✅ The Boss.
✅ The Reliable One.
✅ The Woman Who Always Knew What She Was Doing (even if you didn’t).
✅ The Man Who Had It All Together (even if you cried in the shower after that last HR meeting).
You were the go-to. The achiever. The drama-solver.
And now? Your biggest task today was figuring out if that jar in the fridge is still edible.
(Nope. If you’re asking, toss it.)
