No, I haven’t given my notice yet.
Yes, I’m a big chicken despite all my bluster here. Inside me resolutely resides a girl who almost cannot bear to disappoint her really nice boss.
Isn’t that sad?
I know I have to do this. I know I have to go in and give notice – not because we’re moving to Germany (which we’re not) or some other Hail Mary pass excuse – but because I stake a claim for myself.
Thing is: it’s not that big of a deal. People give notice all the damn time. And as soon as I do it, doors will open, I’ll breathe easier and things will be 100% better.
Here I sit. Rooted to this couch, running the conversation over and over and over in my head.
Why is this so damn hard?