Few months ago I started to feel that the environment I work in became toxic. I started to suffer, no longer enjoyed working with my good colleagues, and I got easier annoyed by the bad ones. I felt as if a stone were on my breast, I could hardly breath, my smile disappeared. Waking up in the morning and just thinking that I need to go to the office simply made me sick. I could no longer enjoy the simple things in life as I used to do. I could hardly smile and my face was not radiating love as before. Something went wrong, it was clear. And I wanted to change. I wanted out.
They say that in tough situations you have two options: stay and fight, or leave.
I usually have no problems with fighting. When I see that there is meaning in it, when I can make a difference, I would face handling tough people. But after three years it was just enough. I just grew tired of it, and wanted to leave. Leave everything behind. And I thought, whatever comes, I will take it, it can be only better. So I started applying to different places. Basically I applied everywhere. I didn't care, just out of here.
It was then that I was sent to support the migration response activities in Greece. In the three weeks, I managed to visit the field and attended a distribution. Later a thought hit me. In Hungarian the word "migrant" is routed in the word 'escape'. What I saw was an outside reflection of my inner.
I was escaping myself, too. Completely different circumstances, but nothing much different.
Violence can take so many forms, from aggressive communication to bombing. From physical to different levels of emotional abuse. The better life the migrants are searching is a safe place, where they can live in peace, and can raise their children safely. For me it is a different position where I am exposed to challenge and am respected.
Psychologists consider that when you escape, you do not take responsibility for your life, for yourself. Of course you don't perceive it as an escape and would intellectualize it, but still it can be considered as a childish behaviour. You think it will be better elsewhere, but you may not even think about it consciously. You look at it from one perspective only. You do not analyse the situation from various viewpoints.
Before going forward I need to point out that I don't want to judge the migrants, I couldn't be further from that. They just provided me a learning about myself, about my own escaping.
I know that I acted like a child. I wanted to go to Geneva. I simply had an image in my head. An image where Geneva was Paradise itself. An image where if I get that position, if I get to work there, I will be happy and satisfied, will be surrounded by good friends. I saw only the positives, but didn't see any negatives, my eyes were blindfolded.
Thinking that there I will find a position that will give me the regular challenge that I need. I didn't even think about the fact that it is even more toxic environment than where I am seated in my regular position. We have at least operations, and a complex one that I longed for all these years. We have great colleagues, too, who know what they do. While over there everything is about politics - that I hate. I didn't even consider whether I would like the projects that I would be involved in. When I thought about it in more depth, I had to realise that the position itself couldn't be further from what I want and what I need. Writing policies is not my thing. I can do that, but I like to be exposed to ad hoc requests, doing financial analysis, providing advice. And I am not sure that I would like the environment, the people I work with.
And then the purple fog disappeared.
I know that I acted like a child. I didn't think about options, didn't look at the big picture. I didn't take responsibility, just wanted to take the easy way out. Escaping from situations that are challenging, instead of learning from those, is a childish behaviour. And I am most grateful for being sent here, having seen this, and the possibility to learn about myself before it was too late, before I made a huge mistake.
Grace and grit. You need grit to follow what you have in your head. But there are certain situations when the best decision is to give up pursuing a dream that is not your path any more. In such cases it is not a failure to turn 180 degrees.
They say that in tough situations you have two options: stay and fight, or leave.
I usually have no problems with fighting. When I see that there is meaning in it, when I can make a difference, I would face handling tough people. But after three years it was just enough. I just grew tired of it, and wanted to leave. Leave everything behind. And I thought, whatever comes, I will take it, it can be only better. So I started applying to different places. Basically I applied everywhere. I didn't care, just out of here.
It was then that I was sent to support the migration response activities in Greece. In the three weeks, I managed to visit the field and attended a distribution. Later a thought hit me. In Hungarian the word "migrant" is routed in the word 'escape'. What I saw was an outside reflection of my inner.
I was escaping myself, too. Completely different circumstances, but nothing much different.
Violence can take so many forms, from aggressive communication to bombing. From physical to different levels of emotional abuse. The better life the migrants are searching is a safe place, where they can live in peace, and can raise their children safely. For me it is a different position where I am exposed to challenge and am respected.
Psychologists consider that when you escape, you do not take responsibility for your life, for yourself. Of course you don't perceive it as an escape and would intellectualize it, but still it can be considered as a childish behaviour. You think it will be better elsewhere, but you may not even think about it consciously. You look at it from one perspective only. You do not analyse the situation from various viewpoints.
Before going forward I need to point out that I don't want to judge the migrants, I couldn't be further from that. They just provided me a learning about myself, about my own escaping.
I know that I acted like a child. I wanted to go to Geneva. I simply had an image in my head. An image where Geneva was Paradise itself. An image where if I get that position, if I get to work there, I will be happy and satisfied, will be surrounded by good friends. I saw only the positives, but didn't see any negatives, my eyes were blindfolded.
Thinking that there I will find a position that will give me the regular challenge that I need. I didn't even think about the fact that it is even more toxic environment than where I am seated in my regular position. We have at least operations, and a complex one that I longed for all these years. We have great colleagues, too, who know what they do. While over there everything is about politics - that I hate. I didn't even consider whether I would like the projects that I would be involved in. When I thought about it in more depth, I had to realise that the position itself couldn't be further from what I want and what I need. Writing policies is not my thing. I can do that, but I like to be exposed to ad hoc requests, doing financial analysis, providing advice. And I am not sure that I would like the environment, the people I work with.
And then the purple fog disappeared.
I know that I acted like a child. I didn't think about options, didn't look at the big picture. I didn't take responsibility, just wanted to take the easy way out. Escaping from situations that are challenging, instead of learning from those, is a childish behaviour. And I am most grateful for being sent here, having seen this, and the possibility to learn about myself before it was too late, before I made a huge mistake.
Grace and grit. You need grit to follow what you have in your head. But there are certain situations when the best decision is to give up pursuing a dream that is not your path any more. In such cases it is not a failure to turn 180 degrees.