No quiet quitting here – I fully quit. My job. At 50. I might be crazy but I feel like it’s the perfect time to set off on a new path
I received my first payment for a job well done when I was eleven years old. I babysat two kids for a single mother so she could go out partying. To those of you thinking, “No Way! I have a babysitter FOR my eleven year old!,” I can only offer up that the early eighties were a strange and different time.
Fast forward almost forty years, two masters degrees, one CPA, and a terminally ill husband and here I am. Done. After years of working for others, putting in long hours, waking in the middle of nights in a panic about some (in the grand scheme of things) mundane task, crying when I was giving 150% and still not able to get everything accomplished… I am done.
So, what’s next? Good question. Come along on the ride with me – if nothing else, it should be fun.
In so many ways, I feel like I just woke up.