They posted my job at my company this week. I knew it was coming, but the finality of seeing it in black and white was so brutal. So complete.
I collapsed, both physically and emotionally, into a quivering gelatinous pile. Inconsolable.
I’m leaving a place that I have been working nearly my entire adult life (if you take out 4-5 years or so). I have so many friends, so much history here. And I am good at it, really good at it. I know that I will find something else, but this is one of the hardest things I have ever done. To make this choice that I know will be so beneficial for my family and for my own personal well-being.
What is it that Maria quotes in The Sound of Music? “When God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window”? I don’t know if I’ve found that open window yet. I just keep finding more closed doors. So, there better be a damn open veranda somewhere.