It is Sunday the 4th of March today, exactly six Sundays from today, I will be at an airport checking in my bags and making my maiden trip to the great white north.
Sometime back, my employer caught wind of my impending departure on this week, he called me in to have a chat about it. So I answered his questions truthfully. I thought I could wait until closer to the date to tell him but it seems we shall be going in a different direction. He told me that it was best that that I write my intentions formally so that we can start the active process of finding a replacement.
So on 2nd March, I wrote my resignation letter. Before all this, I thought it would be easy but when it actually came down to it, it was the furthest thing from easy and I did get a little emotional.
This is such a massive leap into the unknown, it is the biggest risk that I have taken in my life so far. More so because of what I am actively giving up. I have to trust my instincts, I have to believe that the dots will connect when I look back 5 years from now. I have to trust that this will all work out for the best in the end.
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