I’m starting all over again.
I’m done with the drama, the uncertainty, your non-committal attitude… I’m done.
I’m leaving.
I don’t want to be that person who looks back in one, three or five years and wonders why I wasted my time with you, when I knew all along what I wanted…
If my heart is not in it 100% then I’m out… consider me gone.
I thought I had what I wanted but all the time there was a voice, muffled, in the background telling me this wasn’t meant to be. I tried to ignore it, stifle it. But it just kept getting louder and louder until I could hear nothing else.
I want more. I want different.
The turning point came when I thought of my kids. What kind of life am I giving them? Would I want them to stay if they were in the same position?
No.
Just no.
So I did it.
I quit my job.
I pressed the reset button. And it feels great!