Tomorrow is my last day at work. I am so happy I could cry; though knowing me, come tomorrow I will be crying because I am going to miss the place I have come to know so well.
Today I’m going to start bringing home my stuff.
Yesterday I didn’t really think that my stuff would amount to much, but just today I realized that I made this very manly place my own. For a long time I was the only female here, and then Ashley the intern came along. It was hard to compete with all the testosterone. But I did. We did.
My pictures, my books, my pastel post-its, my flowers, the cocktail dress eternally hanging in the coat closet, two pairs of high heels (I wear sneakers to work) and even the box of tampons I keep stashed in the conference room bathroom somehow made the place different; and even Joe, my boss, seems a little bummed out that things are going back to the way they were. But like all my previous employers he knows that even though I’m leaving, that doesn’t mean that he’ll be rid of me :)
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.
Everyday is the first day of the rest of my life.
I am nervous and a little sad but that’s normal. I’ve been here before and will probably find myself in the same place again. This is all part of the adventure and part of doing it gracefully is moving forward without looking back.