Comfort Zone - Exit Stage Right

A few days ago, I had written a beautiful blog about the recent decisions and future changes in my life. Unfortunately, due to some technical troubles on the part of this blogger service...I not only was unable to post my well worded blog...but I also was unable to save it. So, being as though I can't recall word for word what I had typed, I'm starting over.

Recognizing how stressed I was with work and unhappy with my "New Position" overall, I decided to resign from my position. This was not an easy decision for me as I've been with my company for almost 10 years. It was familiar, comfortable and safe. Well...lately, just familiar. I gave notice on the 16th and the next day, was on a plane to Japan. A whopping 2 full days in country and I was back on a plane and heading home. I must say, though I'm a lover of flight, Japan flights are just a wee bit too long for my enjoyment. I may not like blood tests, shots, dental drilling or hemorrhoids...but I would gladly take any one of them instead of another 13.5 hour non-stop flight.

In giving notice, I said I would leave on October 30th. Well, that will be my last official day on paper, however I have been able to tie up a lot of loose ends in a relatively short amount of time and as long as all goes smooth tomorrow, I'll be walking out of the office early, as a free man. No job! Just the prospects of my own hard work and effort as I look forward. It's slightly scary, yet very liberating. No more will I be facing gallons of Corporate Kool Aide to spit out. I'll have the total ability to reject any Bullshit. There will be nobody knit picking me for hours, no micromanagement and no required reporting to places for the sole purpose of being seen.

Yes, I could go off online about every detail that has brought me to where I am with my decision to leave, but I prefer to walk out of that office...close my eyes for a brief second...take a deep breath and feel fulfilled with the notion that I am moving on and letting go. Looking back will not be to focus on the negative. Looking back shall only be too appreciate how far I have moved forward and to enjoy the rewards of my accomplishments. As I stand on the threshold of a new career path in an industry that I still adore, I'm finding myself more and more comfortable with letting the past go and appreciating all the good that I've experienced and what I have to gain from it. The disgruntled employee side of me may now be put to rest so that I may once again grow in a positive direction.

Though I kept my job woes relatively quiet compared to some of my past employment melt downs, I do want to thank those who have let me vent. I can not thank Sheri enough for her support, open ears, comforting words, compassionate love and understanding. I can't imagine how hard I've been to live with and I love and appreciate you for putting up with me. To my family, I must thank you for listening to my complaining and the sympathy you gave me. To Rob...my brother from another mother, this time around, we spoke far less...yet your logic and ability to help me listen to my own words has proven once again that you're an angel in disguise. God bless you all...and thank you from my heart and soul.

I believe it was the All Wise and Mighty "Yogurt" that said:

"May the Schwartz be with you"

Life is like a box of Chocolates

My life seems so out of balance lately. My home life is wonderful....my professional life has been a bit rough lately. ATA has changed the duties of my position which now has me on the road at least 5 days a week. The travel is insane! Though I can't go into too many details about my job/career at the moment as I never know who may be reading this, I can at least describe what it's like to be in my shoes. I can only describe my professional life as being in a river with a very strong current. As I race down the river, I find myself slamming in to rocks and causing pain, yet I'm still able to keep my head above the water and keep breathing. My wife brought up a good point about rivers always flow into open waters and that...I can't wait to swim in.

Note...this is not a cry for help blog....just a window into the stress level of a man in need of a shoe rack.