When It's Time To Go
Life transitions are weird and hard, but worth remembering
Last week marked four years since the last day of my old job in the nonprofit world. I was laid off, which felt like a relief, and once I finished my last day and got drinks, I started trying to freelance. I also got a babysitting job and a part time job because I needed reliable sources of income. I think about that week of transition all the time—it felt like the hours before a big flight. A change was coming and I needed the plane to take off and land before I could do anything else.
My last day was a Thursday and I took Friday to walk the Williamsburg Bridge and wander the city with Julianne (we popped into a Buffalo Exchange where I purchased the outfit I was wearing the night I met Dale). The following Monday, Isa was in town and we got breakfast. I was so nervous about my first Monday without a commute and a clear destination and having a plan made the day so much easier (if a friend of yours gets laid off, treat them to breakfast). My dad and I went to an event that night and I spent the day on my laptop sending emails and researching things. So many people stepped up in the weeks and months that followed, setting up coffee dates, introducing me to people, inviting me to events, and I haven’t forgotten it. In August of 2018, I was introduced to Erica by a mutual friend and now we are business partners!
There’s one thing I haven’t shared publicly before about leaving my old job. After laying me off, they actually asked me to stay, for two more months in my same role, while they looked for someone to replace me.
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