My pal Paul loves leaving – he told me that. His best times, he said, are when he’s driving away from somewhere. I’m the opposite. I hate leaving – even when I’m desperate to leave. When I drive out of town, I suddenly miss the whole place, whether or not I liked it there at all. Bus stations and airports depress the shit out of me. Goodbyes, which I recognize as important and maybe sacred, are to me best avoided and done bandaid style – suddenly and quickly.
So: I’m leaving my job. I am exceptionally glad to be doing so. I’ve wanted to leave this job almost since I started at it, although I did manage to stay four years despite that. I like the people, mostly, but that isn’t enough, is it? This job needed to be left.
I am going to a new job – a job I want, which I am excited about. I feel in control of my fate, near the top of my game, confident and excited.
So why do I feel exactly like this song? (It isn’t often that Crispin Glover can sum up how I feel – when it happens, it should be acknowledged.)
These Boots Were Made For Walking - Crispin Glover
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