<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" > <channel> <title>Identity shift Archives - Braving Boundaries</title> <atom:link href="https://bravingboundaries.com/tag/identity-shift/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /> <link>https://bravingboundaries.com/tag/identity-shift/</link> <description>PROFESSIONAL LIFE COACHING & TRAINING</description> <lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2026 06:43:33 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en-ZA</language> <sy:updatePeriod> hourly </sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency> 1 </sy:updateFrequency> <image> <url>https://bravingboundaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/Asset-1.svg</url> <title>Identity shift Archives - Braving Boundaries</title> <link>https://bravingboundaries.com/tag/identity-shift/</link> <width>32</width> <height>32</height> </image> <item> <title>The Ghost in the Corner Office: Grieving the Life You Thought You’d Have</title> <link>https://bravingboundaries.com/the-ghost-in-the-corner-office-grieving-the-life-you-thought-youd-have/</link> <comments>https://bravingboundaries.com/the-ghost-in-the-corner-office-grieving-the-life-you-thought-youd-have/#respond</comments> <dc:creator><![CDATA[friedaL2020]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2026 06:43:25 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Change]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lawyer Life]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lessons Learned]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Life after Law]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Personal Growth]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Self-awareness]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Self-reflection]]></category> <category><![CDATA[authentic living]]></category> <category><![CDATA[burnout and recovery]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Burnout and transition]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Career identity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[career transition]]></category> <category><![CDATA[High achiever pressure]]></category> <category><![CDATA[high achievers]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Identity shift]]></category> <category><![CDATA[leadership identity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Life Transitions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[personal growth]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Professional change]]></category> <category><![CDATA[professional identity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[redefining success]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://bravingboundaries.com/?p=235581</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>The post <a href="https://bravingboundaries.com/the-ghost-in-the-corner-office-grieving-the-life-you-thought-youd-have/">The Ghost in the Corner Office: Grieving the Life You Thought You’d Have</a> appeared first on <a href="https://bravingboundaries.com">Braving Boundaries</a>.</p> ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="et_pb_section et_pb_section_0 et_section_regular" > <div class="et_pb_row et_pb_row_0"> <div class="et_pb_column et_pb_column_4_4 et_pb_column_0 et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough et-last-child"> <div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_0 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h5><strong><span style="color: #be9727;"><em>WRITTEN BY ALICIA KOCH, FOUNDER OF <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a style="color: #be9727; text-decoration: underline;" href="https://legalwhizz.wixsite.com/thelegalbelletrist">THE LEGAL BELLETRIST</a></span> </em></span></strong></h5> <p><strong><span style="color: #be9727;"><em></em></span></strong></p> <p class="p1"><i>Many professionals reach a point where life looks successful on paper but feels different on the inside. This tension between who we thought we would become and who we are today often brings a subtle form of grief that few people talk about. Alicia Koch explores this experience with honesty, humour and insight.</i></p> <p class="p1">Let’s perform a quick autopsy on your twenty-two-year-old self. You remember them, right? That bright-eyed, over-caffeinated specimen of pure, unadulterated potential? They had a Five-Year Plan etched in stone – probably in a very expensive Moleskine – and a wardrobe that screamed “<i>I have never experienced a lumbar spasm or a panic attack in a bathroom stall”.</i></p> <p class="p1">They knew exactly where they were going – the corner office, the partner track, the perfectly curated offspring, and a lifestyle that looked less like a frantic scramble for sanity and more like a high-end neutral-toned linen advertisement.</p> <p class="p1">And then, life happened.</p> <p class="p1">Not the cinematic, tragic kind of life – though there’s plenty of that – but the slow, grinding, bureaucratic reality of existing.</p> <p class="p1">Now, here you are. Maybe you’re the CEO of a company that consumes your soul like a Dementor at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Maybe you’re a lawyer who realised that <i>Suits</i> was a filthy, stylish lie and real practice is mostly just discovery disputes and high-functioning alcoholism. Maybe you’re a stay-at-home mother wondering why your master’s degree is currently being used as a coaster for a lukewarm cup of apple juice.</p> <p class="p1">Or maybe you’re like me.</p> <p class="p1">I used to be a lawyer. I had the degree, the path, and the crushing weight of billable hours that felt like a slow-motion car crash. Today, I am the owner and founder of <a href="https://thelegalbelletrist.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span class="s1">The Legal Belletrist</span></a>, the proud mother to four cats, and a woman who has traded courtrooms for a keyboard and a very complicated relationship with my own immune system.</p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_1 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h2><strong>The Great “Absolutely Not” Moment</strong></h2></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_image et_pb_image_0"> <span class="et_pb_image_wrap "><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" width="2000" height="1500" src="https://bravingboundaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/verworked-Asian-woman-falls-asleep-on-desk-with-paperwork-lapto-View-more-by-nuttapong-punna-from-nuttapong-punnas-Images.png" alt="Overworked Asian woman falls asleep on desk with paperwork, lapto View more by nuttapong punna from nuttapong punna's Images" title="verworked Asian woman falls asleep on desk with paperwork, lapto View more by nuttapong punna from nuttapong punna's Images" class="wp-image-235601" /></span> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_2 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="p1">Let’s talk about the “Breakdown.” Or the “Burnout.” Or, as I prefer to call it, <i>The Tuesday My Soul Resigned Without Giving Two Weeks’ Notice.</i></p> <p class="p1">There I was, a high-functioning cog in the legal machine, staring at a stack of documents so dry they could have been used as kindling in a rainforest. My brain felt like a browser with forty-seven tabs open, three of them were frozen, and one was playing circus music that I couldn’t find to turn off.</p> <p class="p1">I was a “Success Story” by every societal metric, yet I was sitting in my car in the office parking lot, weeping over a lukewarm granola bar because I couldn’t remember if I’d fed the cats or if I’d just dreamed about feeding the cats. Or worse if the cats were real.</p> <p class="p1">That was the moment the “Absolutely Not” arrived. It wasn’t a whisper, it was a roar. It was the realisation that if I had to draft one more contract or sit through one more meeting where “synergy” was used unironically, I might actually spontaneously combust.</p> <p class="p1">I quit. I walked away from the path I’d spent a decade paving. And then? The hollow hit.</p> <p class="p1">You know that feeling? It’s the gut-level <i>“What Now?”</i> And it’s the silence that follows when you stop running on a treadmill you didn’t even want to be on. I sat in my house – with the four cats who, for the record, were perfectly well-fed – and felt like a hollowed-out pumpkin in mid-November. I was Alicia Koch, Lawyer. Without the “Lawyer,” I was just Alicia Koch, <i>Woman Who Is Very Good At Crying In Parking Lots.</i></p> <p class="p1">And then, the genius hit. Or rather, it tripped over me.</p> <p class="p1">I started writing. Not legal briefs. Not “Whereas” and “Heretofore.” Just… words. It was like my brain had been a pressurised steam cooker and someone finally flipped the valve. Out came the wit, the satire, the observations of a life lived in the trenches of the billable hour. I looked at the screen and thought, <i>Where the hell did that come from? Was this in there the whole time?</i><i></i></p> <p class="p1">Suddenly, The Legal Belletrist wasn’t just an idea, it was a lifeline. It was the “something else” I never saw coming because I was too busy staring at the corner office. I realised I could either wither in the shadow of who I <i>thought</i> I should be, or I could make hay while the sun shone – even if that sun was mostly illuminating cat hair on my sofa.</p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_3 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h2><strong>The Ghost of the “Better” You</strong></h2></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_image et_pb_image_1"> <span class="et_pb_image_wrap "><img decoding="async" width="2000" height="1500" src="https://bravingboundaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/man-looking-at-pixelated-reflection-of-himself.png" alt="man looking at pixelated reflection of himself" title="man looking at pixelated reflection of himself" class="wp-image-235600" /></span> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_4 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="p1">This is what I mean by subtle grief. It’s not the explosive, Hallmark-movie sorrow of a sudden loss. It’s the low-frequency hum of the life you <i>didn’t</i> live. It’s the mourning of a version of yourself that never actually existed outside of your imagination.</p> <p class="p1">It’s the Executive who looks at their private jet and feels a pang of longing for the starving artist they promised they’d be back in undergrad. It’s the woman who chose not to have children, standing in a quiet, pristine kitchen, feeling the phantom weight of a choice she doesn’t regret but still feels the need to acknowledge. It’s the person struggling with a body that has turned into a traitor – hello, <a href="https://autoimmune.org/autoimmune-awareness-month/" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span class="s1">Autoimmune Awareness Month</span></a> – grieving the effortless mobility they once took for granted before their cells decided to stage a mutiny.</p> <p class="p1">This isn’t dissatisfaction. It isn’t regret. You can love your life, your cats, and your career, and still feel the sting of the <i>“Alternative Me”</i>. You can be objectively successful and still feel like a ghost is haunting your achievements.</p> <p class="p1">We are taught to “pivot” and “hustle.” We are told to “manifest” our dreams by shouting at the universe until it gives in. But nobody tells us how to hold a funeral for the dreams that died of natural causes.</p> <p class="p1">We just pack them into the basement of our psyche and wonder why we feel so heavy when we’re walking up the stairs (for the record that could just be my immense unfitness talking).</p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_5 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h2><strong>The Corporate Martyr and the Domestic Saint</strong></h2></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_image et_pb_image_2"> <span class="et_pb_image_wrap "><img decoding="async" width="2000" height="1500" src="https://bravingboundaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/Female-CEO-at-desk-View-more-by-Pressmaster-from-Getty-Images.png" alt="" title="Female CEO at desk View more by Pressmaster from Getty Images" class="wp-image-235599" /></span> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_6 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="p1">Whether you are a high-flying CEO or a man living alone with a sourdough starter kit and a subscription to a gym you only visit in your recurring nightmares, we all share this – <strong>the gap between the expectation and the evidence.</strong></p> <p class="p1">For the professionals, the grief is often wrapped in gold leaf. You reached the summit, only to find the air is thin and the view is mostly just other exhausted people pretending they aren’t dizzy. You grieve the passion you traded for a pension. You grieve the version of you that didn’t have to check emails during your sister’s wedding.</p> <p class="p1">For the parents – and those of us who took a different exit on the motherhood highway – the grief is visceral. To the stay-at-home mothers – you love them, obviously, but you might grieve the woman who could leave the house with nothing but a lipstick and a sense of spontaneity, rather than a diaper bag that weighs more than a small planet. To the women who chose not to be mothers, or those of us still trying, or those whose path simply didn’t lead there – we enjoy the sleep and the freedom, but we might grieve the “normality” the world insists we’re missing out on.</p> <p class="p1">And for those of us dealing with the “invisible” battles – the depression that feels like walking through waist-deep molasses, or the autoimmune flare-ups that turn a simple Tuesday into an Olympic feat of endurance – the grief is about <strong>identity</strong>.</p> <p class="p1">Who are you when you can’t “produce” at 110%? Who are you when your body says “no” while your ambition is screaming “KEEP GOING”?</p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_7 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h2><strong>Why Sarcasm is a Valid Coping Mechanism (Until it Isn’t)</strong></h2></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_image et_pb_image_3"> <span class="et_pb_image_wrap "><img decoding="async" width="2000" height="1500" src="https://bravingboundaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/Person-Sitting-on-Rocks-in-Nature-Malmedy-View-more-by-Maarten-Ceulemans-from-Pexels.jpg" alt="Person Sitting on Rocks in Nature, Malmedy View more by Maarten Ceulemans from Pexels" title="Person Sitting on Rocks in Nature, Malmedy View more by Maarten Ceulemans from Pexels" class="wp-image-235604" /></span> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_8 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="p1">We use wit and sarcasm to shield ourselves from the earnestness of this pain. It’s easier to make a joke about being a “cat lady” or having a “mid-life rebrand” than it is to sit down and say, <i>“I am sad that I am not who I thought I’d be, even though I quite like who I am”. </i>For real.</p> <p class="p1">Sarcasm is the armour of the burnt-out. It’s the language of the CEO who hasn’t slept since the Obama administration and the lawyer who has forgotten what sunlight looks like. But armour is heavy. Eventually, you have to take it off to see where you’re bleeding.</p> <p class="p1">But the truth really is – your “unmet expectations” aren’t failures. They are the shedding of a skin that no longer fits.</p> <p class="p1">Even snakes probably feel a bit chilly and vulnerable when they leave their old selves behind on a rock.</p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_9 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h2><strong>The Beauty of the “Wrong” Life</strong></h2></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_10 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="p1">My life isn’t the one I initially picked. I didn’t sign up for the autoimmune “party” or the mental health hurdles that make some days feel like I’m trying to climb Everest in flip-flops. But in the space where the “Power Lawyer” used to be, something more authentic grew. A writer. A business owner. A human being who understands that <strong>showing up</strong> – even if you’re showing up in pyjamas with a cat on your lap – is the bravest thing you can do.</p> <p class="p1">If you are currently at the end of your tether, looking at the frayed rope and wondering if you should just let go, listen closely – The tether was an illusion!</p> <p class="p1">The grief you feel for your “ideal self” is actually a sign of life. It means you still have the capacity to imagine. It means you have a heart that remembers its desires. The goal isn’t to kill the grief. No. It’s to invite it to tea, acknowledge its presence, and then tell it to sit in the corner while you get on with the business of living the life you actually have.</p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_11 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h2><strong>The Evolution of Identity</strong></h2></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_image et_pb_image_4"> <span class="et_pb_image_wrap "><img decoding="async" width="2000" height="1500" src="https://bravingboundaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/Identity-problem-View-more-by-numbeos-from-Getty-Images-Signature.png" alt="" title="Identity problem View more by numbeos from Getty Images Signature" class="wp-image-235598" /></span> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_12 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="p1">We are not static objects. We are not “finished” when we hit thirty, forty, or sixty. Your identity is a liquid, not a solid. It pours itself into the containers life provides. Sometimes the container is a boardroom, sometimes it’s a doctor’s office, sometimes it’s a quiet house with four cats and a deadline.</p> <p class="p1">The subtle grief comes when we try to force our liquid selves back into the old, cracked jars of our youth.</p> <p class="p1">March is Autoimmune Awareness Month, a time for awareness of our bodies, our health, and the silent struggles we carry. <strong>But let’s also make it a month for identity awareness</strong><b>. </b></p> <p class="p1">Let’s stop pretending that we are all “crushing it” and acknowledge that some days, the only thing we are crushing is our own spirit trying to meet impossible standards.</p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_13 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h2><strong>Making it the Best Darn Thing</strong></h2></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_14 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="p1">It may not be the life you initially picked. You might be tired, you might be aching, and you might be wondering where that twenty-two-year-old with the Moleskine went. But the version of you that exists right now – the one who has survived the disappointments, the burnouts, and the “what ifs” – <strong>is much more interesting than the person you imagined you’d be!</strong> Honestly.</p> <p class="p1">The person you imagined was a cardboard cutout. The person you are is a masterpiece of scar tissue, resilience, and hard-won wisdom.</p> <p class="p1">So, here is the deal – you’re allowed to mourn the life you didn’t have. You’re allowed to be sad about the parts of yourself that didn’t make the cut. But once you’ve had a good cry (and perhaps a very sarcastic rant to your pets), you have to look at the life you <i>are</i> living.</p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1"><i>Make it the best darn thing you’ve ever seen. Not because it’s perfect – it’s clearly a mess – but because it’s yours.</i></span></p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_15 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><h2><strong>Are you tired of hauling the luggage of who you thought you’d be?</strong></h2></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_16 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="p1">If you are struggling with unmet expectations, evolving priorities, or the shifting sands of your<b> </b>identity, you don’t have to navigate the fog alone. Frieda Levycky of <a href="https://bravingboundaries.com/"><span class="s1">Braving Boundaries </span></a>specialises in helping professionals, executives, and anyone at the end of their tether navigate these messy transitions.</p> <p class="p1">It’s time to stop grieving the ghost and start living the life you’ve actually got. <a href="https://bravingboundaries.com/contact-me/"><span class="s1">Contact </span></a>Frieda Levycky at Braving Boundaries today to help shape the identity you were always meant to have.</p> <p class="p1">It may not be the life you picked, but we can make it the best darn thing ever!</p> <p class="p2"><i>(Sources used and to whom we owe thanks – </i><a href="https://whatsyourgrief.com/grieving-who-i-used-to-be/" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span class="s1"><i>What’s your grief</i></span></a><i>). <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p></div> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_image et_pb_image_5"> <a href="https://bravingboundaries.com/book-a-call/"><span class="et_pb_image_wrap "><img decoding="async" width="810" height="450" src="https://bravingboundaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/Mailshot-CTA-images.jpg" alt="" title="Mailshot CTA images" class="wp-image-235596" /></span></a> </div><div class="et_pb_module et_pb_divider et_pb_divider_0 et_pb_divider_position_bottom et_pb_space"><div class="et_pb_divider_internal"></div></div> </div> </div><div class="et_pb_row et_pb_row_1 et_pb_gutters1"> <div class="et_pb_column et_pb_column_1_4 et_pb_column_1 et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough"> <div class="et_pb_module et_pb_image et_pb_image_6"> <span class="et_pb_image_wrap "><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" width="1080" height="1080" src="https://bravingboundaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/Alicia-Koch-The-Legal-Belletrist.jpg" alt="" title="Alicia Koch - The Legal Belletrist" class="wp-image-1704" /></span> </div> </div><div class="et_pb_column et_pb_column_3_4 et_pb_column_2 et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough et-last-child"> <div class="et_pb_module et_pb_text et_pb_text_17 et_pb_text_align_left et_pb_bg_layout_light"> <div class="et_pb_text_inner">About the Author, <strong><em>Alicia Koch, Founder of The Legal Belletrist.</em></strong> Alicia, an admitted attorney with over 10 years PQE, and now a legal writer and researcher, has established The Legal Belletrist to assist companies (in different sectors) to write well-researched articles that speak to each company’s core business, enabling growth and commercialism.</p> <p>Click here to visit <a href="https://legalwhizz.wixsite.com/thelegalbelletrist">The Legal Belletrist website</a>. <strong>Email: <a href="mailto:alicia@thebelletrist.com" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">alicia@thebelletrist.com</a> </strong></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <p>The post <a href="https://bravingboundaries.com/the-ghost-in-the-corner-office-grieving-the-life-you-thought-youd-have/">The Ghost in the Corner Office: Grieving the Life You Thought You’d Have</a> appeared first on <a href="https://bravingboundaries.com">Braving Boundaries</a>.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>https://bravingboundaries.com/the-ghost-in-the-corner-office-grieving-the-life-you-thought-youd-have/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>