I was beginning to feel the effects of working too many hours, of being in a constant state of stress. Even when I was fortunate enough to have time away from work, my thoughts were consumed by it. I started to veer off my path of a year of new adventures...I couldn't find the time, or I was just too damn tired!
I have always been an optimist and held the faith that tomorrow would be a better day, and then the moment arrived. I went to work one morning and couldn't find hope - my optimism had quietly faded away. I typed up my resignation in an email and saved it as a draft. I spent the following week reading and re-reading that email, but never sending it. I thought about what changes would come if I just walked away. I thought about the fact that I did enjoy the type of work I was doing. I thought about losing the best salary I had ever made in my life.
And then...
I realized that it would be okay...I felt the pressure lifting, I felt the feeling return that faith and courage were all I needed . I wasn't sweating about the loss of income (hell, I had raised 4 children on $10 an hour and they had all turned out okay!).
And then...
I hit the SEND button!
So here I am, mid-fifties, waiting to see what new adventure lies ahead for me. Maybe it is a mid-life crisis thing (although I decided against buying the red convertible!) - or maybe it's just me on my quest for one more adventure.
Stay tuned to see where the road leads next!
Never too old,
never too bad,
never too late,
never too sick
to start from scratch
once again.
