Back in 2018, most of my friends and I worked in the same place. We shared shifts, breaks, weekends, trauma bonding.

But now, in 2025, we’re all in different workplaces. And honestly, I’m glad.

Because I’ve learned something:

It’s better when your circle of friends aren’t your workmates.

Work becomes cleaner. Roles are clearer.

There’s no confusion, no blurred lines between friendship and responsibility.

If someone doesn’t do their job, I don’t have to second-guess how to correct it.

There’s no “but we’re friends” guilt.

I don’t hang out with my colleagues. 

And that’s not cold, it’s healthy.

I’ve created a quiet balance:

A space where I can just be me.

And a space where I have expectations, standards, and structure.

Some call it detachment. I call it freedom.