Or, to put it less dramatically, I requested a three-month leave of absence from my job today. When you’ve been at your first job longer than you were at college, a leave of three months feels like a resignation, or at least a break up.
As it turns out, 90-day leaves aren’t as easy to get these days. I either need to have a medical condition, a family emergency, or I need to agree to a month. So, I’ve decided to resign from the only job I’ve had since college.
Over the next few months, I will have one Bold Academy, several weeks of family bonding time, some international travel, and hundreds of chair lift rides behind me. When I put it like that, quitting my job sounds like a no-brainer, right?
Actually, it’s been a full-brainer kind of decision for a year now, with many sleepless nights and lackluster days spent behind an extra large computer monitor puzzling over the question of ‘to leave, or not to leave.’
Just as happy couples tell you when you ask them about love, the answer when debating over whether to quit your job is ‘when it’s right, you’ll just know.’ That’s exactly how I felt last night, when a calmness and clarity of mind swept over me and I just knew I could finally make the choice I was destined to make.
I picked up the phone to tell my mom, an adamant opposer to my crazy, no-back-up plan. I had an odd confidence that it would finally click for her, too. It did. She got excited with me about my new life adventure. And let me tell you, that approval from my mom meant more to me than I knew it would. A huge weight was lifted.
“Maybe you can move to Austin, now! The income tax is one of the lowest in the country, AND Apple is moving a ton of employees there! How should we move your stuff?”
My mom is always three steps ahead, with a mind that moves faster and in more directions than a kid running through a corn maze.
But I couldn’t help but entertain the thought. Austin would be kind of great…
As I sit in a San Francisco coffee shop, still barely aware of the bold step I took today in talking to my manager, I’m excited about the open road I see ahead of me. The question of ‘to leave or not to leave’ actually turned into ‘to live or not to live.’ I’m ready to live.
This post is inspired by Amber Rae, and the Bold Academy class of 2013. See you in February, unemployed and wandering, but certainly not lost.
With courage, love, and intensity,
Pink Sherbet Photography / Foter / CC BY