Earlier in the year, I promised myself I wouldn't go another year working at that company. I made up my mind about a month before mid-November that this was it. I would be putting in my two weeks notice with no job lined up and unclear on what's next. I was going to do something completely out of my character and say enough is enough. It's time to move on to the next chapter. And I did. I thought I would be overcome with empowerment for keeping my promise—for saying no to being taken for granted. But if I'm honest, it didn't feel anything like that.
Instead, I didn't feel much of anything. I knew in my gut that I needed to close this chapter. And if not now, when? I had every adult—outside of my family (minus my mom, who's been nothing but supportive)—supporting me and telling me that I needed to leave the company behind and move on to what's next. I've had the most overwhelming support from people I respect. Colleagues claiming they're a fan, that I should be proud of myself, that they have admired watching me grow over the years, how I'm one of the best people they've ever worked with.
Their words aren't words to fill an ego. No, these words are what I hang onto in the moments that I think to myself, "Kristyna, what the hell have you done?" Their words fill in the space between each deep breathe and exhale. Their words keep me going. Their words are helping me heal.