For the last two decades, my workdays have been shaped by the rhythm of my calendar.
A carefully structured flow of time blocks dictated my tasks, my focus, and, in some ways, my identity. There were the predictable, repeating tasks that formed the backbone of my week – daily social media creation and posting, back-end administrative tasks, and engagement actions. As a part of a virtual team since 2012, there were also corporate huddles, team strategic planning sessions, client planning and deliverables, and the one-on-ones where relationships were nurtured and ideas refined. Then there were the scheduled but fluid blocks, the ones set aside for ideation, creativity, and the deep work that fueled progress. Each of these moments played a role in shaping not only my professional life but the legacy I leave behind.
Now, in my final week on the job, I find myself doing something that once would have felt unthinkable: deleting those time blocks. It is a necessary part of the transition out of my job, but also an unexpectedly emotional one. Each click of the delete button erases a piece of the framework that has defined my work for years. With every disappearing time block, I am reminded that this chapter is closing.
At first, it feels like a simple act of housekeeping – removing obligations that no longer apply. But as I scroll through my calendar, the memories attached to those meetings rise to the surface. The weekly project update on Fridays at 10 AM? That was where our team navigated challenges together, brainstorming solutions and celebrating wins. The recurring morning creative sessions for social media? That was time to connect our monthly themes to engaging images and words. Even the Monday morning planning block – once a dreaded necessity – now feels like a familiar companion, a ritual that grounded my week. The “planned spontaneity” of daily creative time? That was my sacred space to step away from the daily grind and dream about the future.
Deleting these blocks is more than clearing space on a calendar; it is acknowledging that the routines that once shaped my days will soon belong to someone else – or to no one at all. The thought is both liberating and melancholic. On one hand, there is an undeniable sense of relief. The deadlines, the obligations, the demands that once felt so urgent are dissolving. The weight of responsibility is lifting. But on the other hand, there is an ache that comes with letting go of something that has been so deeply ingrained in my life.
As the calendar empties, I recognize that I am also making space for something new. While I don’t yet know exactly what the next chapter holds, I do know that the structure I once relied on will soon be replaced by a different rhythm. And maybe that’s the beauty of it – this transition is not just about endings, but about the beginnings waiting just beyond the horizon.
So I take a deep breath, and with one final click, I delete the last remaining hold on my schedule. The time block vanishes, leaving behind an open space. A blank slate.
And in that emptiness, I choose to see possibility.
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