Today I received the official acceptance of resignation letter from my boss. It still feels surreal.

While the job has spirralled into a gigantic beast, the company itself, my boss and colleagues have been great to work for and with. I suppose that’s why it feels weird. I usually leave jobs because I hate them or because I am relocating.

Now I am leaving for no other reason than to take time out for me. It seems to selfish in a sense. But then I remember it’s also about creating time for me & mrb. Less selfish and more essential.

It was a lovely letter, with an invitation and an open door at the end of it. Who knows what will happen in the future, but I may not been an altogether forgotten face at the end of my sabbatical.

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