In what could go down as a stupid financial decision, but feeling like the right life and happiness decision, I have resigned from my job of 5 years (nearly 7 when you include the contract work I've done with them prior to being hired permanently). Resigned with no back-up work, I should add. So many factors had gone into this decision, the top reason being stress. There was dysfunction and imbalance (and sooooo many other things). I think the place is headed in a good direction, but it will be without me. Which is good for me, and probably good for the organization. I've always believed in new people and new ideas as being beneficial.
I feel like I am at a crossroads. This is an opportunity. An opportunity to explore other career paths, maybe finally get my ass back to school like I've been talking about for years, generally deciding what I want to be when I grow up. But, it's also, like, freaking scary. This job was part of my identity. Not all of me, but a part. I don't want to jump into the first job that comes along, but I also don't want to wait so long that money is TIGHT (to say the least).
The unknown of my future is simultaneously terrifying and exciting me right now.