Having spent more of my time working in the last 35 years than almost anything else, the prospect of not working is weird, daunting, a bit surreal. I’m trying to hold two opposing ideas in my head at the same time: I’m about to quit a great job, in a happening market space, with a new boss who I like. I’m going to leave that job for an adventure I’ve wanted to go do for a long time, which we’ve spent more than a year getting ready for. The cognitive dissonance is that I’ve always worked; I’m someone who works. And I’m quitting a great job. On purpose. Am I going to leave people in the lurch? It feels like abandonment or betrayal.
But Ferris Bueller reminded me that life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. Having put work first for so much of the last many years, it’s not as easy as I thought it would be to take that hat off and set it aside. Yet I know that now is the right time to put us first – it’s the time to do this. Even with the uncertainty of what I’ll do afterwards, now is the time to unload the stuff, walk away from the mortgage (well, pay it off first, then walk away), and go out and look around for a while. There’s so much I’ve missed already.