Call me the CONFUSED WOMAN. Yes, that’s my new name! I am totally confused about going back to a life I once led. It’s pretty simple. If I go back, I would be subjecting myself to another round of headaches caused by too much pressure to beat deadlines. I once thrived in this kind of environment. And believe me, it didn’t do me any good except get to meet snakes along the way. It’s my fault. I never protected my back. I became complacent. I became too trustworthy. Which is a big no-no in the environment I was in. I digress.
Anyway, I am thinking of going back because I want to do some things for the family and the only way to do it is through going back. Or going out of the country. The former is an easier task to do. The latter’s a big hurdle.
The confusion comes in because whenever I ask for a sign, I was given otherwise.
So should I or should I not? That’s the million dollar question at the moment.
