As of last Monday, I am officially resigned.
This past week, I had a ton of conversations with colleagues about my plans for the upcoming year. When I told them I was going where the wind takes me — to travel, to learn skills, to explore opportunities, and to spend time with family — I got the same reaction every time:
It starts off with the wistful look, then . . .
“I have to admit – I’m jealous”, or
“Take me with you!”, or
“Wow. I wish I could do that, too”, or
“I am going to live vicariously through you”.
Then. . .
“But I have the kids, and I don’t want to pull them out of school“, or
“But I have to pay for college”, or
“But I have alimony to pay”, or
“But I’m scared I don’t have enough savings to do that”
I get it. The journey I took from desiring a change to bold-heartedly effecting one last Monday was a very very long one. It took massive self-convincing and fear-facing to discard the mental blocks that chained me in.
I first had to realize that I didn’t have to be stuck. That the stuck-ness was my own limiting construct. (That savings could be saved. That kids will be okay in another school. . . )
And everything flowed from there.