Jul 15 The DECISION – My Southern Sabbatical
“Just hit send” – that was my husband’s advice as I hovered over the message I had written giving my resignation.
The idea of a sabbatical had always sounded intriguing and in under five minutes I could come up with my typical Type-A laundry list of all the things I would do if only I had the time. It’s a fun exercise and one that I often entertained while stuck on long layovers in the Atlanta airport. But to actually do it?
As it became clear that I was ready to move away from the life I had worked so hard to build in search of a new professional opportunity, the idea of a break in between the transition crept in. With our eldest child starting her senior year, it was not ideal timing to start a new job or be away for training and all that goes along with learning a new role. It was, however, excellent timing to take that elusive break and savor every last moment before our house’s daily occupancy dropped from five to four.
Of course my old friend whose name is a four letter word starting with ‘F’ had plenty of helpful advice as I was grappling with this enormous life change… “You will be letting people down – how can you do that? Don’t you like everyone and appreciate all the opportunities you have been given?”
When guilt didn’t work my old pal Fear moved on with a bit of desperation and panic. “What if everyone forgets about you and the economy tanks and our President starts a war and college tuition doubles and a tree falls on your house and your homeowners insurance won’t pay? What will you do?? Why do you want to throw your life away???”
But somehow I could see past these paper thin arguments to stay put. This is not a condemnation of the life I was leading but rather a leap toward something new that fits the here-and-now more comfortably. Shut your trap, Fear, and take your guilt on down the road!
So I hit send. And it was liberating and empowering and poop-your-pants scary.
After nearly a decade of fun, building something great and traveling the globe – my heart, mind, and intuition told me it was time to let it go. So I did. So I am.