I can’t believe I’m writing this. I never thought I’d be the one pouring my heart out on Grapevine, but here I am. Alone in my apartment, surrounded by empty Starbucks cups, stacks of work folders, and the feeling that I’ve made a massive mistake.
I guess it started with ambition. I wanted to build a great career, to make it in the Big4. I climbed the ladder, put in the hours, made myself irreplaceable from meetings.Promotions, bonuses, the appreciation awards I got it all. But with each step I climbed, I lost a little more of myself.
The first things to go were my friendships. Back in college, I had a close group of friends, the kind of people you think will be in your life forever. We’d spend all night studying for exams and get tons of redbulls and notes from maggus. We dreamed about the future together, making all these grand plans about how we’d stay connected no matter where life took us.
But once I started in the Big4, things changed. I’d get texts about weekend plans or random late-night hangouts, but I was always too busy. I did go for a few times in the beginning though. Me looking at the gallery reminded me of our scenes and it got me very senti. Sharing a picture from one of our scenes. 🥹
I would always say next weekend but by then I’d be busy in another project or prepping for a presentation. They stopped reaching out after a while, and I can’t blame them. I’d become the friend who always had to cancel, always had another “urgent deliverable” that couldn’t wait.
At first, I didn’t even notice they were slipping away. I’d tell myself I was working and that they’d understand once they saw what I was working toward. But as time went on, it hit me that they weren’t there anymore. All the inside jokes, the stupid traditions we had… they’d moved on, while I was still glued to my fucking laptop, clocking in hours with people who wouldn’t remember my name if I left tomorrow.
I tried reaching out a few times, but things weren’t the same. My stories were all about work – the projects, the clients, the endless grind – and they couldn’t relate. Their lives had taken different turns, and I’d missed all of it.
Is it normal?