I didn’t expect the end to come this quietly.
No final post.
No thank-you thread.
Just a conversation,
and the weight of it all settling in my chest.

Laid off.
Not because I didn’t work hard.
But because the work didn’t move fast enough.
Because in a world chasing numbers,
slow growth feels like failure.

But here’s what they don’t see 
I showed up every day.
With half a laptop and full heart.
Learning, adjusting, creating.
Trying to turn silence into story.
Trying to build something real.

I didn’t fake the captions.
I didn’t copy trends.
I wrote from a place deeper than data 
a place where meaning lives.

And maybe that’s the problem.
Maybe I cared too much
about truth and not enough
about reach.

Still, I don’t regret it.

Because the traveler I am today
was not built in success.
He was built in slow mornings,
uncertain endings,
and the quiet decision to keep going
even when no one clapped.

This is not just a job loss.
It’s a layer of my becoming.
Another lesson in detaching worth
from work.

So no I don’t have the next step figured out.
But I have movement in my bones
and stories still inside me.

I am not done.
Not even close.
And if this silence is teaching me anything,
it’s that creation is still mine
even without a platform.

Let the layoff be what it is.
But let me be who I’m becoming.