I don’t know… I think I just snapped or something.
I’ve worked as a retail manager for the past year and a half, and the job has has its ups and downs. For a long while, things weren’t good. There are three managers, and things were very acrimonious until last October. One of the managers left, and after the dust settled, we settled into a good routine.
Last fall I turned 40. I decided to return to school and it’s been going really well. I wanted to do more than I was doing. I used to own my own retail store, and wearing a name tag and helping people choose their spring wardrobe paid the bills and passed the time fairly pleasantly, but I always felt like there was somewhere else I should be, and something else I wanted to do.
Yesterday, I quit.
Wow, good luck with finding what you want to do. It’s scary and gutsy to do what you did. I’m bettin’ you’ll find what you want and be happier.
Congratulations. Scary but thrilling at the same time? Hope it works out to a bright future for you. 
I know that feeling, a scarey wonderful freedom. It’s a ‘no going back, but for the best’ sort of thing, how I imagine it feels jumping out of an airplane.
Scary. Check.
Thrilling. Check.
I knew that if I didn’t take the plunge, I would have gone for months without doing anything. I kept telling myself that on my next day off I would update my resume and go job hunting, and then I didn’t do it. Homework was due, and I needed to get groceries and do the laundry, after all.
I’ve been talking about moving on since the first of the year, and that’s all it was… talk. I don’t want to be that person who just says things and then sits there, waiting for an opportunity to magically jump into my lap.
Well, that would still be nice. The whole opportunity jumping up in front of me thing.