Losing My Dream Job Didn’t Break Me—It Set Me Free
I thought I had it figured out. An MBA. A dream tech job lined up before graduation. I had climbed the mountain, suited up, rehearsed my elevator pitch, shook the right hands. I played the game, played it well—and still got dropped.
February 2023. The first wave of tech layoffs hit. Hard. Cold. Unapologetic. The kind of corporate efficiency that erases your name before your coffee cools. I stared at the email like it was a breakup text from someone I wasn’t ready to lose. I hadn’t even walked across the graduation stage yet, and the rug was already yanked out from under me.
The silence afterward was loud. I sat there, sweating under fluorescent lights, questioning everything I’d built. What was all that for? The late nights. The forced smiles at networking events. The money I didn’t have spent on clothes I didn’t like, for a job that—if I’m honest—never really felt like me.
And that’s when it hit me: I was chasing someone else’s definition of success.
Welcome to the Fire
Here’s the thing no one tells you when you land the “dream job”: the grind doesn’t stop. It metastasizes. The job becomes your last name. You spend more time with your laptop than your friends. You start measuring your self-worth by how many unread emails you have. And by the time you realize you’re drowning, it’s already too late to come up for air.
I wasn’t just working hard—I was hustling for my identity. My title was my security blanket. “Anthony from Amazon.” That phrase hit different at happy hours. It validated the grind. Until it didn’t.
So when they cut me loose, it felt like a betrayal. But maybe they were doing me a favor.
Identity, Ego, and the Empty Chase
The shame came first. Then the anger. How could they fire me after everything I gave? Nights, weekends, my peace of mind. I was furious. Not just at them—but at myself. I had let the job own me. I had mistaken status for self-worth.
And when I sat with that pain, let it roll around in my chest like a shot of cheap whiskey, I realized something: Maybe I needed to burn everything down.
I packed my bags and went back home to Jacksonville. Sat on my mother’s porch. Let the stillness do its work. No Slack notifications. No performance reviews. Just humidity, grilled food, and space to think.
Lessons You Can’t Learn in a Classroom
Getting laid off taught me four things they don’t cover in business school:
1. Your job is not your identity.
I was walking around like my worth came with a badge and a branded laptop. The truth is, we’re all just people trying to matter. Titles fade. Character doesn’t.
2. Hustle without vision is a slow death.
I was doing 80-hour weeks like I was building a cathedral. But I wasn’t. I was just polishing someone else’s legacy while letting mine collect dust.
3. Imposter syndrome is a lie you tell yourself.
I spent half my time in that job wondering if I belonged. Newsflash: if you’re in the room, you belong. The real fraud is the voice in your head convincing you that you don’t.
4. Losing something can be the best thing to ever happen to you.
When I lost the job, I gained clarity. It was like someone yanked me out of a burning building I didn’t even realize I was trapped in.
So What Now?
After the dust settled, I stopped performing. I finished my MBA—debt-free, thanks to the GI Bill. I traveled a little. I asked better questions. Like: What do I want that can’t be taken away in an email? What makes me feel alive without applause? What do I value more than validation?
I started writing more. Running more. Sleeping better. I realized I didn’t need to be in a boardroom to make an impact. I didn’t need a title to feel valuable. I needed alignment. Autonomy. And a little less bullshit.
Here’s the Part Where I Don’t Sell You a Happy Ending
This isn’t one of those motivational LinkedIn posts that ends with “…and now I run a 7-figure startup!” Nah. I’m still figuring it out. Still piecing together what success looks like when you strip away the shine.
But I’ll tell you this: I’d rather be broke and honest than rich and hollow. I’d rather chase purpose than prestige. I’d rather build something that lasts than perform for people who don’t even know my middle name.
So if you’ve been laid off, fired, ghosted by the life you thought you wanted—good. Welcome. You’re in the fire now.
And the fire is where we forge new beginnings.
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