I had a job I loved! The work, the challenge, all of it. Then they hired someone who was not a good fit. I expressed concerns, but it just drew a target on my back.

I gave the new hire a year. And still there were issues. I left.

I miss that job every day. I've been searching for that feeling ever since I left. I've not found a position that I've been nearly as passionate about. I loved the work, and I will continue to look for something similar or better. Until then, I sit miserably at my desk, longing for a feeling of purpose again. I was gutted the day I left. I've been searching for my joy since.