The End of the Road; A New Chapter Begins

Sadness has dominated my thoughts for the past few days. Ever since i handed my boss my resignation, i find myself torn and hurting badly from within. A part of me wants to stay, but my conscience dictates that moving on and never looking back is the best and only option i have right now. Though i still have more than a couple of weeks to wrap things up and endorse my work to my junior writer, i am already starting to miss them. Even my boss. 

But i've got to go. I need to get the kind of treatment, professional environment, and benefits befitting a writer of my status (What status?!). I cannot let my struggle with maintaining my confidence get in the way. Lord, this ain't easy at all. Help. I implore you please...Help. 

I can choose to be a martyr and stay where i am despite the obvious injustice--meager pay; absence of a decent work station; and crappy, conceited voice loggers.  After all, my colleagues are there to make things worth my while with their warm, cheerful company.  I would miss them badly i know; especially the designers, my junior writer, and yes my boss whom i've backed up and worked with through thick and thin. On my last day, i don't think i would be able to hold back the tears. 

I have to move on and keep on struggling. Happiness is a choice. I choose to be happy. I've been with so many people throughout my life, and i have forgotten none of them. I may have moved on from one company to another, tutored my students until they were strong enough to be on their own and set off for college, worked hard to make life a little better for the many bosses i've worked for as well as colleagues who worked with me; but through it all, i have nurtured a special place for each and every one of them in my heart.  They comprised a part of my life and vice versa. Until my last day on earth, I know i would always hold  a special place for them. 

Goodbye is just the beginning of a new life. It is time to take on a new challenge. So help me God.

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