Slacking again. Sorry.
Last Wednesday I quit my job.
The word, “quit” may be a misnomer. I didn’t ditch it like a senior level physics course. I didn’t wake up one morning disgusted and throw out my building ID like a pack of cigarettes. “Quit” is definitely the wrong word. The right word would include a series of phrases more usually found in the descriptions of those fabled “amicable” break ups you hear about movie stars always having. “Both parties are committed to the other’s happiness,” and other half truths.
The whole truth is that I’d been living in the skin of a nine-to-fiver for the last ten years and enjoying it. I’ve been enjoying it so much that I’ve become complacent in all things. It sounds cliché because it is.
So I’m doing now what I should have done then: Putting personal goals above personal comfort and security.
Here’s to hoping it works out the way it ought to. I’ll keep you kids updated.😀