When my obsession cost me the job

Ambition can look admirable until it becomes the thing that decides for you.

Ambition is useful until it starts deciding what kind of person you are allowed to be.

There was a time when work did not feel like something I did.

It felt like something I was.

That can sound admirable from the outside. Dedicated. Driven. Committed. But inside, it can become dangerous because anything that threatens the work begins to feel like a threat to your identity.

I have paid for that kind of obsession.

I once pushed so hard toward what I wanted that I could not see what I was risking. I thought I was choosing my future. In reality, I was letting ambition choose my behavior.

The result was painful. I lost the job, and more importantly, I had to face the person I had become while trying to get ahead.

I do not want to dress that up as a neat lesson. It was embarrassing. It hurt. And at that time, I probably blamed circumstances more than I should have.

Only later could I see the pattern.

I wanted a bigger life. That desire was real. It brought me to the United States. It made me build. It helped me leave comfort behind. I wrote about that arc in From software programmer to media entrepreneur and author.

But the same desire, unchecked, also made me justify too much.

That is the part leaders do not always like to examine. The force that helps us build can also hurt what we are building for.

Ambition is not the enemy. I still believe in building. I still believe in stretching. I still believe in creating something that matters.

But ambition needs a conscience. It needs relationships around it. It needs enough humility to be questioned before it becomes destructive.

When ambition becomes the only voice in the room, everything else becomes negotiable. Health. Family. Trust. Integrity. Rest. People.

I saw that pattern again later, when my family had to push me back toward reality. In Please leave the room, Sanjog, the issue was not the late call. It was what the late call represented.

I was still trying to prove something.

Now I try to ask a different question. Not only, “What am I trying to achieve?” But, “What is this pursuit making normal?”

That question has saved me from myself more than once.

Questions worth asking

  • What part of my ambition is still healthy?
  • What has ambition made me normalize?
  • Who has permission to challenge what I am becoming?

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