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A Letter From the Editor:
I remember sitting in my office, tears soaking my face as I typed up a resignation email. I had no plan, no prospective employment and no safety-net. You could argue that I had snapped (cue hair clippers and questionable clothing choices), but in that moment, typing up that email was the only option I had.
Now, anyone who knows me, knows that I ALWAYS have a plan — and a backup plan in case that one doesn’t pan out. I’ve never quit a job without having another one lined up. I’ve never put much stock in the ole “Everything happens for a reason” nonsense, or allowed myself to take a leap of faith — unless it was heavily calculated, color coded and tabbed.
So you can imagine the surprise in my best friend’s voice when I told her that I had the guys’ across the hall pack two years and three bankers boxes worth of memories into my car.
At 3 O’ Clock in the afternoon.
On a Thursday.
I could not verbalize how I was feeling. I still can’t find the words, to be honest. All I knew was that I was done. I simply could not do it anymore so I acted. Was it batshit crazy, unstable, and irrational? Yep. Was it completely and utterly liberating? F*ck Yeah. Would I change that decision for the world? Not a chance.
Fast forward to when I finally caught my breath and came up with a plan. That plan included selling my house, packing my puppy and two cats into a Mazda cx-3 and driving some 3000 miles home (poor Binx was squished more than a couple times). That plan required me to take a leap of faith, to invest in myself and basically figure it out while I waited for my bar license to transfer. I was terrified, a little lost and doing my best to hide it from the world.
Truth is, people would rather be miserable than happy. People would rather collect a mediocre paycheck, develop a drinking problem and spend their days hating their job, over making the difficult choice to walk away. Once I finally made the choice to put my happiness over stability — I walked away.
I purchased 100 shares of Kara 2.0 and even though the market was a tad shaky, I was all in.
Jump ahead six months and there I was hosting an open house; opening a second office; hiring a legal assistant and freaking thriving. I’m here to tell you that you can do it. You are strong enough, smart enough and capable enough. It just takes persistence, caffeine, and a clear resignation email.
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