Today, I walked out of work for the last time in four months.
I know that my priorities will change, that I’ll be greatful for the break, and all of that, but…
I love my job. I really do. Even the hard stuff is just challenging, not bad. I have never felt as fulfilled as I do when I’m working hard at this job. The person who is doing my job in my absence will be great, so I’m not worried that I’ll go back and it will all be a mess; I just know I’m going to miss it.
I could have stayed longer, but I have not felt well in months. I know that the break will help with my health and hopefully I will be back on track in the next couple of weeks.
I sense lots of organizing and reading the upcoming weeks!