“Could you come into my office,” she said sternly. “I think we have a miscommunication.”
Grrrr! I hated it when she called me into her office. My stomach turned, and knotted. I reluctantly followed her.
The door clicked shut behind us. As I sat down and listened to her berate me, my blood boiled and finally I said it, the words that changed my life… “You know what consider this my two weeks notice,” I said just as sternly back at her.
“Good,” she curtly replied.
Did she just say good?
Thank you for affirming my decision.
I immediately walked into my office and called B2. “I did it,” I said with fear and giddiness in my voice.
B2 was not surprised. My life had been turned upside down by this job. I worked from 7:30 in the morning till 6 in the evening barely seeing him or E who was one at the time.
After the adrenaline wore off, a myriad of emotions raced through me.
Worry. Sadness. Anger.
Shear relief at not having to worry EVERYDAY whether she would go off on me again.
The next morning after I quit my job, I laid in bed feeling refreshed.
Life, while uncertain, felt happier, brighter.
This pivotal moment was the beginning of my awakening.
Quitting led me to another job, one that I LOVE and allows me the flexibility to be with my family.
It led me to birth a wonderful little redheaded boy.
It led me to be at my father’s side while he died.
It led me to blogging, and finding my village.
It led me to finding my inner athlete and competing in triathlons.
It led me to rediscovering my confidence and voice as a true writer.
None of this would have happened had I not responded to the subconscious pull to awaken my soul from that nightmare.
Sometimes quitting can be a good thing.
When it awakens a life left dormant.
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