i quit my job

on grieving and leaving the things that no longer serve us

i’ve written this post in my head approximately a million times.

image via @shophart on IG

and still i fear i won’t do it justice. perhaps you’ve guessed that this was coming? maybe, if you’re a particularly intrepid reader, you’ve intuited that i’ve been struggling. and the truth is, struggling is an understatement. the last few years of my work life, while not entirely absent of joy, have been really, really difficult. out of respect for the people i work with, many of whom are kind, wonderful, intelligent humans i will miss dearly, i am going to try and keep this as professional as possible. but there’s a reason i’m making this a paywalled post, and i hope that you will respect my desire to tell you the truth—or at least, the truth as i see it—whilst being respectful of the people with whom i’ve spent the last decade of my life.