I wasn’t going to write this. I debated announcing this on any form of social media or just even telling anyone. I have only let a few people know and for a while, I was enjoying the secret. Subtly slipping out of a party is more my style. However, those who know me well know that I have been struggling with this decision for a while and having finally made it, it feels only right to stand by it and to be proud of myself.
Yesterday, I quit my job.
Not only is this a statement, a news alert, a way to tell my friends and family what is going on in my life, but this is also a love letter to the community and life I am leaving behind. For the past two and a half years, I let a company and it’s people into my life. And leaving is scary and quite frankly, weird. But the longer you sit on a decision, the longer you stew in your own thoughts, the more stuck you get. The harder it becomes to leave and to move on and to once again gain momentum.
I don’t want to dwell on reasons why I am leaving, I will only say that I felt stuck.This was not the life I wanted. I consider the past two years valuable but it’s not the end of the road. I don’t know where I will go or what I will do.
It would be easy to wrap this up in a Disney-esque ‘ride off into the sunset’ ending with text that flows over the screen reading ‘live your life’ like a hipster tumblr post but that’s not the case. What lies ahead of me is hard work but having spent the last little while in a daze, I feel like hard work is needed.
I don’t want to say that I am hopeful, because hope is a full dinner and an empty stomach come morning. I want to say that I am resolved to do and be better.