the first of many
I’m counting down my last days at TFP. Though it’s a good thing — very good from me and The Hubs — it does feel bittersweet. I’ve worked there for a year, met some awesome people, made some great friends. I feel like I’m finally making connections, knowing who to call in certain situations, knowing what to write and when…
But…
(There’s always a but.)
I’m stagnating there. I can feel it. I’m no longer pushing myself to be better, write better, plan better. I’m losing my signature style of writing, becoming bland. I’m looking around and seeing other people turn in some seriously tragic work, but they collect their paycheque, same as me.
So, I’m leaving.
Like I said in my resignation letter (in so many words), I’m leaving for health, wealth and sanity.
At least two of those have declined since starting at TFP. I’m not willing to let myself degenerate anymore than I already have.
