I didn’t finish out my thirty day notice period at work. It’s not something I’m exactly proud of: sending off an email from home on a day I should have been in the office, simply informing my boss that I would not be coming in ever again. But I stood on that proverbial bridge at the zero hour and, as the lit match left my fingertips and I turned to walk away, I knew I had to ultimately do what I needed to do for me. Four and a half years with my employer had made me a bitter, resentful person towards the company, the management, the client base, and most of my co-workers. And I carried the job with me outside of the office, replaying corporately-generated failures and the rude remarks of both management and clientele alike. What should be the easiest job in the world was a pressure cooker for me, and I needed to get out.
And that’s what I did.
Much like Peter in Office Space, I stopped going. That very day I did my first hours of work as a fully self-employed individual. I’m excited about what lies ahead, the potential my husband and I share to make this work, but more than anything I feel incredibly content with life at the moment as everything begins to fall into place. I enjoy the work I do, and I love that I get to do it in the comfort of my own home, at my own desk, with a cup of tea and bright sunlight filtering in from the windows. I love that I get to choose when and how I work, and I love that Mark and I work so well together as a team.
We continued to reflect that power of change to other areas: we bought new sofas, repainted the living room, started exercising once more, and started planning for a future where Mark can go fully self-employed as well. And then, to top it all off, a good friend came over to celebrate saying good riddance to bad rubbish and brought with her her own brand of change… and I must say I love the job she did on my hair.
Fitting colors for this ever-changing phoenix.