This one is mostly for me. Kind of talking to myself …
Sometimes you know when it’s time to go. It becomes obvious. It can slap you in the face or just keep building until you can’t deny it any longer.
For me, it was both. About a year ago I got the slap in the face, but I’m stubborn. I hung in, convinced I could make it work, make a difference, help chart a new path. Finally the evidence was too much for even me to ignore. It was time.
So here I am: gone. Fresh start. A break. A chance to figure out a new path. Find a new way, a new place to make a difference. It’s exciting. And it’s scary.
Have you been through this? How did it feel? What did you do? I’d love to hear.
For me it starts with a rest. A chance to recoup. More time to think, to read, to write, and, I hope, figure things out. Stay tuned.