“It’s not you, it’s me.”
“I just need to focus on me right now.”
“I just don’t feel the same way any more.”
“We want other things.”

Pick the cliche and run with it, because this is a breakup post.

Before you spit out your coffee/beer/water… this is not a breakup from my wonderful husband, but rather from my life-encompassing job of the past 4.5 years.

I gave notice about 3 weeks ago and wrapped up my work at the place that has been my second home (and sometimes, my first home) since college.  It wasn’t the first job I quit, but it was the first full-time job I left.

I know, unequivocally, that I made the absolute correct decision.  I’m excited for the future and know that I left not a moment too soon.

I know the following to be truth:
I’m going to do big things with my career.
I am smart.
I am creative.
I am a hard worker.
And, I am damn good at what I do.

I leave with the confidence of those statements, listed above, along with the excitement of getting to learn every day in my new position and new role.

I will always keep learning and growing, both personally and professionally, and I am at peace with the fact that when the learning stops, it’s time to move on.

I’ll sleep well at night knowing that as I enter my new career phase, I’ll keep learning and growing in the future with my integrity and confidence in tow.