I finally took the plunge and gave my resignation letter to my boss a couple of weeks ago. It was bittersweet for me because the truth is, I love MOST of my co-workers. We’re like brothers and sisters. We go through the same heartbreaks and disappointments, although maybe in varying degrees. Like in a family, there are the “favored” children of course. So, they get less “spanking” and “scolding”.
My decision was years in the making. I think I started entertaining the idea of quitting my job when I got back from my second maternity leave. The pregnancy was difficult enough being on bed rest for more than half of my pregnancy. Coming back and being chastised (or it felt like that for me) for having too much absences because of my delicate pregnancy really put things to perspective.
Maybe at this point of my life I feel that my family is the more important thing in my life. My husband’s only request is for me to still look for other sources of income. And I know where he’s coming from. He wants to make sure we will survive if something happens to him (knock on wood!). He lost his father at a young age and it was his mom who worked for them to survive.
So, in a couple of months I’ll be unemployed. Or should I say self-employed?! I am offering myself to my parents. I will be their slave! Lol! I don’t mind. I think I will enjoy our family business (ad)ventures better than being a banker. For sure there will be moments of fear… but I think I’m tough enough… I say, bring it on!