I put in my two weeks notice at work today. Finally. Now, don't get me wrong. I love my job. I mean, really, really love my job. It's nothing important or interesting or related to what I want to do with my life. I have some fantastic coworkers though, who make it totally worth it to get out of bed and come in. I've never experienced that before and I doubt I will again...
But...
I feel like an enormous weight has been lifted from my shoulders because of quitting. Months and months of guilt and all that. I guess because it means that now I *have* to get out of the situation I'm in one way or another. Being 24 years old and moving back in with mom isn't a picnic or anything, but it means that I will finally be doing the right thing for *myself*
That's an indescribable feeling.
But...
I feel like an enormous weight has been lifted from my shoulders because of quitting. Months and months of guilt and all that. I guess because it means that now I *have* to get out of the situation I'm in one way or another. Being 24 years old and moving back in with mom isn't a picnic or anything, but it means that I will finally be doing the right thing for *myself*
That's an indescribable feeling.