Last year, shortly after the start of the pandemic, I landed a job. I always had major anxiety attacks with new positions, this time was no different. So when I finally got used to the job and colleagues, I was extremely relieved and (for once) happy with where I am in life. It was not a perfect job. The pay was just enough for me to not worry about bills. I was just happy my anxiety was mostly kept at bay and I didn’t dread the next workday. 

A year and a half passed since then. I did well at said position and was eventually offered a promotion. 
Shortly after the “good news” I had my first major anxiety attack in over a year. I turned the offer down. 

A month later and, surprise, I got another call - I was offered a similar position. It was made clear to me, this time, that turning this offer down a second time may result in me losing any further opportunities for development at the company. Due to peer pressure form managers, friends and family, I said yes…
Well, tomorrow is the first day at this position and I was given a difficult task out of the blue, without any prior training. That was after they reassured me this would not be happening for at least a month. 

All this pressure for you to “advance” and “go up”, and for what? I do not want to climb a corporate ladder. I do not have ambitions for greatness. I just want to live an ordinary life, minimum effort, why is that so bad?