In 2020, I accidentally became a freelancer.
The COVID pandemic hit. 
Businesses were laying off employees all over the place.
I managed to survive the first two restructuring waves thanks to a government scheme designed to slow down mass unemployment.
But deep down, I knew my fate was sealed.
I was going to be let go… it was just a matter of when.
In anticipation, I started writing on Medium like a madman.
5–7 stories a week. 
Every week. 
For 5 straight months.
Many of my posts went viral.
And I’d share a link to them on LinkedIn (and back then, that alone was enough to blow up your following).
The CEO of my company even reached out to — “KP, love that you’re keeping yourself productive.”
But a few weeks later, D-Day came.
HR booked a meeting on my calendar.
I knew exactly what it meant.
 
			 
		    




