One Year Later - by Shubha Jagannatha - shubha’s substack

Just a smidge over a year ago, in July 2024, I decided to leave the corporate world to figure out — well, something. I didn’t quite know what it was yet. I had just spent the past few years wondering why I felt like a half-alive shadow of what I had once known to be myself. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. I devoured self-help books (a late-blooming gene I’ve most certainly inherited from my erudite father) and gathered everything I had left of myself to show face on weekdays and weekends. But the weekdays were not fulfilling. And the weekends were not restful. In school, I might have grit my teeth and pushed through with the comforting promise of a summer reset around the corner. School is a series of finite games, where one plays to win the level and progress forward. "What’s the point of all this?" is a strikingly different kind of game. This was the infinite game of life, where the entire point of playing is to continue the play. And a mere three years out of school, I was rapidly l

Just a smidge over a year ago, in July 2024, I decided to leave the corporate world to figure out — well, something. I didn’t quite know what it was yet. I had just spent the past few years wondering why I felt like a half-alive shadow of what I had once known to be myself. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. I devoured self-help books (a late-blooming gene I’ve most certainly inherited from my erudite father) and gathered everything I had left of myself to show face on weekdays and weekends. But the weekdays were not fulfilling. And the weekends were not restful. In school, I might have grit my t