The first day of the rest of my life...

On Friday, I posted my resignation letter.

Never before have I left a job without knowing what was going to happen next.  It feels like a giant step off a cliff into the unknown.  I've not been happy at work for at least a year, and gradually I realised that I was going to have to take a risk if I wanted that to change.

So I ummed and ahhed and worried about what would happen and whether we'd be able to manage financially and whether giving up my job in the midst of a recession was insanity and whether I'm too old for a career-change and whether college and university would be too difficult anyway and what would we do about childcare and would the whole family suffer and wasn't that a bit selfish and maybe I should just carry on because it would make life easier for everyone.

And I talked to Carlos and he said just do it, and I went to a careers day and thought about it some more.  One day I imagined what it would be like to leave my job and go to study something I found really interesting and I felt that surge of joy you get when something is just right.  And I knew that I had to do it, and however great the financial cost it couldn't be as bad as sticking out a job I was bored with, just so we could afford to go on holiday every year.

I am still terrified but it's really happening now.  On Tuesday I am going to tell my colleagues, and then I'll only have nine more days in the office before the next chapter of my life begins.   Exciting times...