Moving On
It’s been nearly three weeks since I took the dive and quit my job. I have no regrets, none at all. I decided to quit to chase some dream to become news reporter where I may only find a job at a small market television station. A job where the pay would be as small at the market I work for. I must say that the true reason to quit was happiness. I remember handing in my two weeks notice to both of my managers where I thought I would get grief; instead I received tears from the two ladies whom one was not to happy to see me leave. The other was just as sad to lose me, but she was the one that kept on saying that I could do better. Not better at my not so current job, but better with my life. Understanding that in itself was the hardest thought to process. Someone, besides my close friends and family saw some sort of potential in me. Family and friends are there to tell you that you have potential; it comes with the label as a best friend, a brother, a mother, etc. Although, when an outsider says that you are not one to fall in line with the rest of the soldiers, that is a feeling of surrealism. Not knowing how far I will go, who I will be associated with a month from now, and unsure if I will make an impact is a thrill in itself. With all this said, I am ready to take these next steps in my life. However, I am not sure if I can handle the thought of letting people down because I was not able to reach my goal.
