I'm leaving
I'm leaving and I'm scared.
My job that I've been at for 1.5 years (which in the grand scheme of things is not very long). I'm not falling or hurting, but in the corner of my vision I see regret is creeping in slowly. I stab it with a knife and run ahead. I don't see it anymore though sometimes I feel something watching me, but when I turn around all I smell is a whiff of brimstone and I see nothing...nothing at all.
Like with anything, I plotted and schemed and wondered if it was going to happen and now it is. I am pleased as I've received some validation that I may be a competent human being in some regard. I am ready for the next chapter. I am scared. I am oh so scared and I know it's going to be hard, but somehow knowing that isn't making it easier
My job that I've been at for 1.5 years (which in the grand scheme of things is not very long). I'm not falling or hurting, but in the corner of my vision I see regret is creeping in slowly. I stab it with a knife and run ahead. I don't see it anymore though sometimes I feel something watching me, but when I turn around all I smell is a whiff of brimstone and I see nothing...nothing at all.
Like with anything, I plotted and schemed and wondered if it was going to happen and now it is. I am pleased as I've received some validation that I may be a competent human being in some regard. I am ready for the next chapter. I am scared. I am oh so scared and I know it's going to be hard, but somehow knowing that isn't making it easier