I took down my name sign

I didn't know how I was going to react to saying goodbye to my work. I let flow whatever wanted to. What I felt was a longing to say the perfect thing to each of the kids, so that when I hugged them goodbye, they would hear me whisper in their ear, "Take care of yourself, because you are so precious." And then everything in their whole lives would work out... because somehow hearing this phrase made it so that it all clicked into place.

And then I ripped my name off of my box in the office. Funny. It's just a little box where messages and unit staff meeting notes were placed. But I felt the emotions rise from a deep place, and the questions swirled in my mind. "Am I doing the right thing? Is this a good decision?" For several minutes I forgot why I was leaving. Why would I leave a job where my role is to inspire passion and love and the creative spirit? I folded my name in half and threw it in the garbage. To a scared, fearful version of myself, I might be making a mistake.

I guess we'll see. I've been waiting for this, and this is how I've chosen to live my life...




Bring it on.