The right decision?

This is a post I wrote two months ago.

So I quit my second job. I don’t know if that was good or stupid. I don’t know if financially it was a terrible mistake. I just know I was fast approaching burn out. I look back and I am so grateful I have been able to handle working six days a week for four years. I am grateful for the friendships and knowledge and support I have had in both my jobs. But with Joe getting worse and the effects of working all the time, I was ready to implode.

Friday was my last day and it was a tough one. It was hard to see each other for the first time since the pandemic started and say goodbye all at the same time. It was hard to just say goodbye.

Yesterday my boss asked when my last day was. He said he hoped I could relax. I wonder how much of the stress from Joe and both jobs carried over into every corner of my life. I know it has affected my kids, even though they are in their twenties. I know it has affected my productivity.

Yesterday afternoon all I wanted to do was put my head on my desk and fall asleep. But it was Confirmation. I knew it would be a long night. I love Confirmation and was excited for it but also in the forefront of my mind was I had tomorrow off. I did not need to be at my computer by 8:30. I could enjoy the night and then just sleep.

It was a beautiful night with an amazing group of teens and coworkers. Today I slept late, never got out of my pajamas, and have alternated between lying in bed and reading a book and sitting in bed and reading a book.

No matter the fall out from leaving my second job, I am sincerely grateful for time to just rest and recover.