I’m Leaving You – Part 1

It’s done.

I gave notice at work yesterday. After nine years of my life there, I’ll be cleaning my desk and moving in a few weeks. Compared to my break up with my boyfriend last year, this was a breeze.

Of course, I’m pretty sure I’m in denial. I’ll be leaving a place where I very much felt I belonged: great co-workers and friends, volunteers always feeding and fussing over me. Not to mention the satisfaction of knowing the ins and outs of my job. At some point, the loss of all those things will probably hit me like a ton of bricks.

So why leave?

I don’t mean to get all granola-y, but my inner compass tells me to go. It’s been pointing north for a while now. Add to that my single status and the fact that I’ve gotten burnt out from people leaving our department and not being replaced…well, it just seems to make sense to me. I’ve made mistakes before by staying too long because I was too comfortable or scared to leave.

So, I’m ready to take a leap of faith in myself. And it’s a huge leap because I don’t have a very good plan for my next step. In fact, I don’t really have a plan.

I never claimed to be smart. I’m just following my heart this time, not my head. We’ll see where it takes me!