It’s official – I resigned when I went in to work last night. After several months of debate, reaching a personal breaking point, interviews with other companies, discussions with my current company, I finally received an offer I could afford, and I pulled the plug.

In the end, it was actually harder than I thought it would be. I’ve never worked for any company as long as I’ve worked for this one (almost 6 years). I’ve made a lot of friends there, whom I will miss. Yes, I know I can still keep in touch, be realistically, it is unlikely I will still be friends with many of them in a year. And once, this was my dream job, and I loved it. It changed, and I haven’t been happy in a while, but once, I really thought this was it. I had a plan, a goal, a career path. Now? Well that’s a good question. I’ll sort it out, I’m sure. Saying goodbye is really the hard part. Already, I’ve had friends almost in tears over me leaving. I know my team is planning some sort of send off too. Hopefully I won’t cry much.

I am excited about my new job. I’ll be doing something very different, which is both invigorating and terrifying at the same time. And I am terrified – I swear, as I get older, I have become scared of change. I used to jump blindly into new jobs, new cities, even new provinces! Now, even though I have a new job lined up, I was really, really afraid of what will happen next after I resigned. It’s not a feeling I enjoy – which actually tells me that I made the right choice. It was time to move on before I became too petrified to leave.

So there it is – on September 4, I work my last shift in my current company, and on Septemebr 10 I start my new job. Fingers crossed, it will be most of what I’m hoping it will be.

Wish me luck?