“How appropriate,” I thought to myself as the clock struck 13 minutes past the hour. I had just sent my notice of resignation after working six and a half years for Company XXX. Everything surrounding Company XXX seemed to have strange number relations (if you’re one who believes in numerology.) This day turned out to be no different in the amount of strangeness.
April 15th, 2013. They day I gave my notice and as the universe would have it, the Boston Marathon Bombings. I got to work as I usually did, but the charge of the air seemed still and calm even though I was not. I was fired up and ready to combat anyone who had any lip about my decision to leave the company. Instead, what I got from the owner was something I had always gotten for the last six and a half years: fake, unconnected reactions. At that moment I had a realization, “I want more from life.” I didn’t want to go through life pretending to be fake, emotionless, unconnected to the work I was doing, no matter how much money was involved.
An explosion of feelings rushed through my head and for awhile all I could do was sit and stare at my computer screen until my coworker blurted out, “Wow, have you seen Boston?”
At that same moment there was another explosion happening across the country and while untelevised explosions happen everyday around the world, today just so happened to be an explosion in the U.S.
“How appropriate,” I thought again. Not that something as terrible like this was to happen, but an event as such happened on the day I put in my notice, permanently burning the date into my memory.
Here I am, 15 days later and like the victims of the Boston Bombing, all I can do is pick up the pieces, have courage and move on to the next chapter in my life.
This chapter is something I have always longed for – connecting.