I finally did it. I turned in my resignation on Monday. Yes, I am finally leaving this company after almost three years. I’ve been wanting to do this for as long as I can remember, but was somehow always pulled back. To be fair, the people in my department are all really nice and sweet, even if sometimes I don’t always agree with the ways they do things. If I didn’t like the people I worked with, I I wouldn’t have lasted this long. BUT, all things were not peachy. Little things that you think you can deal with become a big source of frustration over time, and I finally decided that I don’t have to live my life this way. Why torture myself? If working is becoming a tumor that poisons my quality of life, why not remove it altogether? So that’s what I did.
It’s actually scary. I am only 31, going on 32. I have half of my life still ahead of me. What am I going to do with it? Any suggestions?
Ever since my boss signed my resignation form and made it official this morning, I’ve been having this sickening feeling in my stomach. Where do I go from here? How will I spend my days? Work was my safety net, however much I hated it, but now that it will be gone, I kind of miss it.