On a weekend afternoon, I sort old things instead of choosing a new job
This is for you, who think about a new job every weekend afternoon, yet only sort desk drawers and old files.
Scenes
- Sorting old things instead of choosing a new job — On weekend afternoons, I look into new jobs, then somehow find myself sorting old files and desk drawers.
- I want to change, but it feels like I’m abandoning who I am now — Sometimes choosing a new path feels like saying the person who endured this far was wrong.
- The whole day passes while I compare options — Two o’clock Saturday afternoon. With options open on my laptop, I fold old receipts one by one.
- At life’s turning points, start by seeing if you can turn back — Perhaps decisions drag on not because information is lacking, but because we try to take on all the costs of a choice at once.
- Choose just one thing you can undo — Don’t decide on a career today. Spend just an hour looking at a new job’s workplace. The conditions come into view before your feelings do.
- Even without choosing yet, the path narrows a little — It’s okay not to find the answer all at once. Separate the costs you can bear from what you can undo, and the shape of the choice appears.
Stories by Haewol
- Haewol
- Thinking about a new customer base wakes me before dawn.
- Even after the funeral, I’m still unsure whether to leave the group or stay.
- Sitting in the parked car, I try not to call Mom first.
- In the hospital waiting room, she imagines welcoming new customers.
- Even while shopping, I can't bring myself to say it.
- By the rainy window, I’m unsure whether we should manage our money together.
- Even while folding laundry, I weigh whether to go into business with someone or go it alone.
- When I’m alone in my room, I wonder if it’s okay to rest today.