An Exceedingly Quick Update
So, I have two days left at work, then I'm on my own.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, if you are unaware, I quit.
And very recently I've taken stock of what's happened to me in the past five years. Adding to that, I discovered my marketing book from college in which I outlined my five-year-plan.
Suffice it to say, I'm not where I thought I would be.
To put it bluntly, I've failed.
Yet...not. It's not a failure until I can't get back up anymore, and at this moment I am standing. The world has not ended. I'll even say I might be slightly stronger than before.
In the past twelve hours I've come to realize that pretty much on my own I've fought through a rather harsh depression, survived what I was told was paranoid suspicion only to find out I was actually very well aware of how I was being treated (and, more to the point, got over it), lost some friends, made a few new ones, and got ready to face the future.
The smoldering ruins of that potential, that unrealized reality, do not sadden me. For that matter, I can't quite grasp how I'm NOT saddened by something at this moment. There is no despair is this transition, but complete and rapturous joy.
I have no illusions that this feeling will last forever. But tonight, right now, upon being firmly aware of the battles I have walked away from on my own terms, I've come to the moment where I am ready.
I would not be here without the failures I have made. And right now, I like being here. I like the look of this road ahead of me.
And I cannot wait to see where it leads.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, if you are unaware, I quit.
And very recently I've taken stock of what's happened to me in the past five years. Adding to that, I discovered my marketing book from college in which I outlined my five-year-plan.
Suffice it to say, I'm not where I thought I would be.
To put it bluntly, I've failed.
Yet...not. It's not a failure until I can't get back up anymore, and at this moment I am standing. The world has not ended. I'll even say I might be slightly stronger than before.
In the past twelve hours I've come to realize that pretty much on my own I've fought through a rather harsh depression, survived what I was told was paranoid suspicion only to find out I was actually very well aware of how I was being treated (and, more to the point, got over it), lost some friends, made a few new ones, and got ready to face the future.
The smoldering ruins of that potential, that unrealized reality, do not sadden me. For that matter, I can't quite grasp how I'm NOT saddened by something at this moment. There is no despair is this transition, but complete and rapturous joy.
I have no illusions that this feeling will last forever. But tonight, right now, upon being firmly aware of the battles I have walked away from on my own terms, I've come to the moment where I am ready.
I would not be here without the failures I have made. And right now, I like being here. I like the look of this road ahead of me.
And I cannot wait to see where it leads.