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One day, I walked into my boss’ office and resigned. Just like that. There was no carefully penned resignation letter, no email cc’ing HR, I didn’t throw a fit, make waves or even pack up all my stuff — I simply said that in a month I was leaving.
Truthfully, I had been planning my departure for a long time. I would wake up around 4 am to punch the clock at the little freelance shop I was establishing until 7 am when I would leave for work. When I got home, often around 5 pm, I would pick it right back up again until around 9 or 10 when I would make myself go to bed.
I did this every single day for months before I resigned.
My calendar was filled with notes: March 30: Resignation; April 15: Resignation; May 12… but they’d all get moved because I wasn’t ready. My goals list was stacked with you can resign if… you get two more clients, sign $500 more of contracts — no, make that $1,000, increase your Twitter followers by 15%, get to at least 1,000 blog pageviews per day…
I had set goals that were impossible for me to achieve because mentally, I was barely afloat. My output, though high, was meh. My content, unremarkable. My passion, waning.
