I gave my notice today.
It had been several years since I’d written a resignation letter. I asked my husband to proofread it, and I asked my boss whether I should print it out or just email it. Those four sentences took me over an hour to write, proofread, and reread roughly a million times before emailing to my boss.
Clearly I am not cut out for the corporate world.
In about two and a half weeks, I will be leaving my steady paycheck in favor of freelancing. Leaving a grueling commute in favor of walking my son to and from school. Leaving a cubicle and business casual in favor of a sunlit home office and fluffy slippers.
In my head, it’s been a long time coming. When a high school teacher asked my class to imagine where we thought we would be in 20 years, I envisioned a cracked wooden table, a laptop for writing books, a drafty beach house, a ratty old sweater, and a hearty mug of Earl Grey.
I will get there yet.