I am adrift in a sea of devastation, anxiety, elation, freedom, and fear; I quit my job.
I know I did the right thing though. I feel it.
However, it's just like getting out of an abusive relationship. The comfort of having something familiar is gone and the change is devastating, despite all the good you KNOW it will - and already is - doing for you.
You know how they deal with gangrene? They cut off the infected portion to save the rest of the body's tissues from becoming infected. That's the only way to stop the poison from spreading. That's the way it was with my job.
I'm moving on and that's frightening and exhilarating at the same time. I just hope that I can land on my feet.
Wish me luck!
