Have you ever quit your job before? The only time I have ever quit my job until now was when I moved to Northern Utah. It was terrible. It was miserable. I cried.
This time was different.
<-- This is what I did this time and it felt so good. I was scheduled until 4pm yesterday, I left at 2am. It was after an hour long meeting where I was getting hounded, along with my dear counterpart, for failure to perform. It was right after I was told my job was on the line. It was right after I decided I wasn't going to let these meetings bother me anymore because I had found a new job. My heart was on fire. My breathing was rapid. Luckily Joe was there, Joe was there and I asked him if I could just leave and not come back. Yes. Yes I could and yes I did. I was free and overjoyed and tearful. Joyful tearful. I'm confident I lost the friendships of many. I'm aware I left in probably the worst way possible.
But it was what I needed.
. . . and starting today, I'm going to be anxiety free, migraine free, and I'm going to feel good. I'm going to feel good about what I'm doing day in and day out and I'm going to be appreciated. Because I won't let any of that other stuff happen to me again.