I recently gave notice at my place of employment. I have been there for 12 years. I’m terrified.
This wasn’t something I did out of spite for maltreatment at my job. It wasn’t out of exhaustion (though, some days I wonder how I managed to squeak by), it wasn’t because I was angry or felt undervalued. There may have been a bit of boredom involved, but that’s MY fault.
I have been batting this idea around like a lazy tabby for a few years. Most of my close friends and family are well aware of my ongoing waffling. But all of this doesn’t lessen the shock of having done the damn thing. I’m not going on to any other company, nor am I planning to seek traditional employment for a while. Our current economy is not kind to my kind. I will have to sign up for Obama-care, I will have to seek other support for dental/mental/physical care. Tax season is going to be WEIRD. I will have to fight for every dollar in a manner I have not had to do in the past. I recognize how big of a deal this is.
Have I mentioned that I’m terrified?
This place took good care of me. It anticipated my needs, it encouraged my growth, it challenged me to seek out my own blind spots and supported me in enlightening them. Additionally, it actively noticed my talents, even if they had nothing to do with my day to day responsibilities AND provided a platform in which to play in THOSE areas as well. This place made it clear to me that it valued me and wanted me around. It invested in me in ways that I never expected a job to do, which is why it took me so long to tell it that I wanted my leave. It’s totally all me, not…..it.
It feels like a SUPER amicable breakup where I get to keep most of the items I’ve accumulated over the years AND I get joint custody of the campus pets I’ve come to pet-sit over the years. We may even hang out again in the future, who knows!!
I need to see if I can do this. I must know if I’m truly fashioned for this kind of a life. I need to see what would happen if I dedicated all of my time to this musical aspiration of mine.
Part of me feels too old. I’m almost 40 and I’m starting NOW? Sure. What else am I going to do with the 60 years I have left, more or less? Who am I going to be THEN? What bullshit thought forms will I have sloughed off in the process? What bullshit thought forms will I gain? Who will I meet out there? Friend or foe? How much more music can I possibly make!!?!
This is the sort of shit that keeps me up at night. And I LOOOOOOOVE sleep. For the sake of my sanity, I must find out.
So, this is my formal announcement to the world, universe, God, Source…..whatever you want to call it.
I have to go do this thing. Please write?