Today I am resigning from my job.

As I sit here and think about it I feel really good about this resignation. The best I have ever felt about leaving a job actually. That hasn’t always been the case.

I haven’t had a lot of jobs, but I have never been fired so each departure has been a resignation. Sometimes those resignations feel bad. They feel like I am abandoning coworkers or a job half done or some other unfinished work that will bug me for a few months until I can finally let go of it. Even the job where I was severely mistreated by a manager who must have had something like rampant bipolar disorder… I felt a little guilty that I was walking out on the owner.