I submitted my resignation letter today. It’s a bittersweet moment. While I’m not happy about it, I know it was necessary. The past two years have felt like a waste, with my career either stagnating or regressing. I wasn’t experiencing the growth I needed or wanted, and I no longer felt challenged. The pay? Meh.
I’m sad to leave the chair that has quietly endured my many farts, the station I meticulously cleaned of secret snack crumbs, and the carpet I playfully lava-walked on. Most of all, I’m sad to leave the wonderful people I’ve built relationships with.
But I have to do this for my sanity, for myself.
I’m proud to have made this decision on my own. I’m proud to stand by my beliefs. I’m excited about the mysteries life has in store for me.
In 30 days, a chapter will close, and a new one will begin. My journey is far from over, and I’m thrilled to see where it takes me next.
“Malayo pa pero malayo na.”
Best Regards,
RD 