To the girls who quit

I saw you quit. Me too. Thank you for that. Your courage unbridled mine.

I know, your friends think you’re crazy. Your family has likely started soliciting extra prayers for you from strangers. They should. You need them, but not for the reasons they think.

They are going to tip toe around you for while, suggest support, and eye you to see if you’ve really lost it.

Some people will judge you for it. They will project their anxieties onto you about money and shirking the status quo with feigned concern about your livelihood. 

Some will insinuate you couldn’t make it in that world. Maybe you just weren’t tough enough, or wily enough to power through.

But I understand. Our souls speak the same language.

You had your head down again wondering why you the hell this was your life. You were laying in your bed negotiating ways to get out of work; that maybe that gnawing at your stomach would stop if you just stayed home-if only momentarily. 

You spent too many Sundays bewildered about what to do with your fractured soul and wondering what good you were doing for anyone at work. You tried to put off the existential crisis but it just would not wait.

 It is a tragedy really. What it took to get you here. This space seemed right once. It seemed like a calling, once.

Man, you were so good at taking care of other people. You’d think I could do it for myself- I mean yourself.  

Remember those moments you spent frustrated, pissed, stuck?  No need to resent yourself. Remember how the fire those emotions stoked helped you choose you?

Remember that moment you realized you gave too much of yourself away? And how that feeling hurt more than knowing where your next dollar would com from?

I’m so glad you leapt. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t.

I almost lost me. I broke off pieces of myself until there wasn’t much left. I had to gather them again when I jumped; it was one of the few things I took with me. I did it. I thought I couldn’t- I thought that a lot.

The unfolding will be glorious.

Don’t let the slights paralyze you. The sifting hurts at first but it helps you let go; you didn’t need all that you were carrying. But you didn’t know that until you had to let go.

Thank you again. I earned more feathers on my wings.