Not Yet: On Searching, Staying, and Starting Again

Not Yet: On Searching, Staying, and Starting Again

It’s been a month since I started actively looking for jobs after being made redundant — a word that still feels heavier than it sounds. I lost a role I somehow enjoyed, a role that made sense to me, because solving other people’s problems has always been one of the ways I feel useful, grounded, fulfilled.

Since then, I’ve sent over 250+ applications across accounts, finance, analysis, operations — every direction that felt even remotely possible. I’ve landed four interviews. Three of them ghosted me. One told me I was overqualified.

And somewhere between the unanswered emails and the polite rejections, I started feeling the exhaustion settle in. The frustration. The doubts. The quiet questions that echo louder at night:

Is it my CV?

My cover letter?

Am I asking for too much?

If I’m overqualified, then why aren’t you hiring me?

Wouldn’t I save you training costs?

Wouldn’t your operations run smoother?

The more I looked around — people starting new roles, celebrating milestones, announcing promotions — the smaller I felt. The more lacking. The more behind.

But still, I wake up every day and try again. Still, I convince myself there are places I haven’t looked into, paths I haven’t discovered, opportunities that haven’t revealed themselves yet.

Because while I’ve never been made redundant before, I have been in seasons of uncertainty. I’ve explored, experimented, wandered far longer than I am wandering now. And that’s what keeps me steady:

I’ve been here before. I can go further than where I’ve been.

The words “not yet” have become my anchor.

Not yet — because the right door hasn’t opened.

Not yet — because the right people haven’t arrived.

Not yet — because the best version of me is still being shaped.

Not yet — because the places meant for me are still being prepared.

“Not yet,” time whispers.

Keep going out.

Keep moving.

When the moment is right, the world will make it happen.

Each sky is different.

Each plate is different.

Each timeline unfolds in its own rhythm.

So keep going. Don’t give up. If you have a dream, keep looking up — not at the wall in front of you.

The world is still rearranging itself in your favor. Not yet doesn’t mean never.

It means soon.

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