When my colleagues talked about working in offices whose systems require them to throw their values and principles out the window, I remembered the dread of being in one—and the nights I spent yearning and praying for a kind of work that isn’t toxic. A kind of workplace that values good conduct and cares more about quality output than simply having an impression of it.
So I am now where I am—an answered prayer. And I am at peace.
Of course, except when deadlines are sending my brain into hyperactivity. But I think it’s simply a part of the deal of a peaceful workplace. You get to spend your hours doing what you value and care about.