Almost two weeks have blurred by since my terminal leave began. And if I'm honest, a sense of direction is proving elusive. While I'm taking things one day at a time, my days have settled into an unpredictable rhythm of social media scrolling, dipping into books, podcast binges, anime and movie marathons, journal entries, and portfolio reviews. This unstructured routine, post-work life, has become a stark reminder of how uncertain I feel about this next chapter. Even my Saturday culinary class, something I enjoy, hasn't yet illuminated a clear path or purpose. Interestingly, much of my time is also spent with my partner – enjoying meals out, lazy mornings, and movie nights. Yet, even these comforting moments can't entirely mask the feeling of being lost. I'm aware that filling my days with seemingly "non-sense" activities won't magically lead me to the life I envision. However, there's a part of me that believes this pause is necessary – a sp...