You know, it's a weird thing. I have been pretty invested in my job for the last five years and it is now 15 minutes until I am done and it's oddly anticlimactic. I was very anxious about resigning to my manager. I even ended up taking a trip to the ER to get an EKG because I was having some chest pains. Call me a hypochondriac or just call me a paranoid who has spent five years writing about cardiac health. Either way. . . panic attacks aside this was very stressful.
Until all of a sudden it wasn't.
What I am going to promises to be a pretty heavy adventure. It's a huge company and a lofty job. I know I will get through it, but I am missing the fight right now to get excited about it.