Seek help without feeling embarrassed and extend help without making others feel embarrassed!

I recently completed one year of my work life. Like any other fresher, my expectations were also significantly starry-eyed but let me clarify once and for all - Work-life is not as dark as MBA colleges apprise nor as fun as Bollywood puts in the picture.

Despite this, it does change and evolve so much in you, the type of people you meet, the challenges you never thought of encountering, making your way through those, and finally earning some recognition for yourself in an organization. The journey is not plain-sailing but promises perpetual growth.

For some days, the real struggle will be pushing yourself to get out of bed, while for others, it will be urging yourself to deliver better results. Nonetheless, both are equally important. Regardless of the job, not taking days off to support your mental health will harm you in ways that you may not see in an instant, but you will regret it in long run.

I have been living the 9 to 5 life for a year now, and I don't think it's bad at all. If there's learning, a scope to diversify your portfolio & skillset, a certain level of alignment with your passions, and liberty to act outside of the box, there are solid chances that the regular 9 to 5 won't sound flawed. You just need to step up your 9 to 5 game and see for yourself the perks it has to extend.

Call it a valuable lesson or one piece of advice I can offer to the people who are just starting out -

"Seek help without feeling embarrassed and extend help without making others feel embarrassed."

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