I’m about 2 weeks away from my last day at work. It’s so bittersweet.
- I’m not leaving my job because it’s bad. Because it’s not — it’s great.
- I’m not leaving my job because I don’t like what I do anymore. Because I do like what I do.
- I’m not leaving my job because I’m not good at what I do. Because I do like what I do.
- I’m not leaving my job because it isn’t financially worth it. Because it is – very much so.
I am leaving my job because I think it’s best for my family. And because if I don’t at least give it a try, I’ll always regret it. In most ways, it’s an easy decision.
But an easy and clear decision doesn’t always mean lack of tears and sadness. In the last few months, I’ve cried many days on the way to work. And I’ve cried many days on the way home from work. And I’ve cried many tears when things were difficult at home with the boys.
There’s a part of this that’s very much like a grieving process. And that makes sense. It is the end (at least for now) of a very significant time period of my life. I’ve been in Corporate America, specifically software management & design for 18 years. That’s huge.
I’ve likened it to graduating from college. Great things lay ahead. But great things are behind me too.
But now that my replacements are in place here at my company, it’s really becoming real. And it’s starting to feel more comfortable. The tears have largely stopped. My duties at work are (rightly) dwindling now. It’s starting to feel comfortable.
And on the home front, I’m ready to have this baby. Technically, I have a month left til my official due date, but I’m close enough that it’s real and I’m ready for the birth.
My transition to stay-at-home mom is near. The birth of my 4th son is near. A new reality is close, so it’s starting to feel right and true.