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!
Los Angeles vs.:
That’s my finger in the left hand corner, not a demon presence. Thanks for worrying about me.
There’s really no contest. At least, not for me.
Blue (thankfully) sunny skies, the smell of an unpolluted ocean, and clean, fresh air. I stopped during my run this morning to take the photo above. I’ll be moving here in about four weeks, and the visual landscape – a deer was trotting down the road as I made my way downtown – reminded me that I made the right decision.
However, my social circle will be shrinking down to almost nothing, so I’ll have to make some kind of attempt at meeting people so that I don’t become a social misfit. Well, okay…so that I don’t increase my misfitness. Or, I could go back to grunting as a means of communication. Maybe I’ll meet a nice caveboy and live an uncomplicated life with him, not with words, but with a lot of colorful gestures.
My plan is for this move to be my in-between place, to take stock and plan my next step. Think good thoughts for my sanity, as I will be *gulp* temporarily moving back in with my parents.
But, one thing at a time.
I still have to break up with work next week, which, once done, will make my leaving that much more real.