I Left My Job Today

It was planned, but it’s still scary.

Photo by Marten Bjork on Unsplash

Today was the last day at my old job of five and a half years. My new job starts in 6 days.

I moved to a different city for the job I just left, bringing my family with me. Now I have a new job in my old city and will be spending the weeks there.

It’ll be tough leaving my family behind during the work week. It’ll be even tougher on my family. But the career boost of this new job will be worth it in the end.

But that’s not what I’m writing about.

I’m writing about the uneasy feeling I have right now in the interim 6 days, technically unemployed.

While I love taking time off of work, there’s an underlying guilt in not having a job, even for less than a week.

I shouldn’t feel guilty, but I do.

I feel like I should be working.

I feel like I should be earning.

I feel like I should be under fluorescent lights during the weekdays, otherwise my value as a person is in question.

I know I’m allowed to feel my feelings, but what the hell kind of environment helps create these feelings in the first place?