Breaking up with my job

So I have been given a new opportunity and a new chapter in my book of life. I am super excited about all the things I know God is teaching me and the ways he's rewarding me... but now I have to break up with my old job.

After a decade of service ... It's been nothing short of a roller coaster of emotions over the past couple weeks. They say that quitting your job can be as heartbreaking as ending a romance and is that ever true.

I have fallen trapped into all the DON'TS. Don't hold a grudge... Don't annoy your co-workers... Don't act like a short-timer... My bad attitude over the past week and a half is not who I am and how I want to leave. I have so many great memories and I find it strange that I am only remembering the bad ones.

I kept saying I was just following the steps of grieving and I kind of got stuck in Anger. I am typically not an angry person. Or I always seem to be able to move on and let things go. Just because I am sad or just disappointed doesn't mean I am not going to leave. I am leaving. At this point, nothing good will come from my disappointment or lack of fulfillment I have started to feel. God is teaching me to end relationships well... not like a bad-romance breakup. I deserve more and I am more ...

So with only one more week ... five more days... I have decided to let it all go. I will be meditating these great quotes this week...

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