Last week, I handed my boss my letter of resignation after two-and-a-half years.
It's only the second time in my life that I've done this, so even though I had planned it for months, there was still a bit of reluctance to commit intention to paper and draw that line in the sand.
Well, it's done now and there's no looking back.
I wrestled with the guilt: how can I give away a job that was created for me and that has allowed me the "luxury" of a second (albeit tiny) income? Such ingratitude.
How can I insist on following my dreams and passions when there are people who are jobless and would love an opportunity like mine? Such recklessness and irresponsibility.
In the end, it was about sustainability. I have made the choice to free myself and my energy from what had become a source of pain, dread and mediocrity to focus on what I am hardwired to do, love to do and could get good at doing if I persist at it.
It's the gap between here and that moment of external validation and visible success that is so hard to bear.
While it's in progress, there's nothing to show for it. No extra zeroes in the bank account. No sold-out seminars or NYT bestseller. Standards that are so easy to measure and so irrefutable.
It's a hard slog from now, and a worthwhile one.
