It happens to everyone in my line of work. It’s not a matter of ‘if’ more so of ‘when’. And mine became a ‘when’ three months back, when all I knew flashed before me.
I used to enjoy it all, I really did. The job is cool, way cooler than anything else I could be doing at this point in my life. I’m just surprised that three years is all it took.
I’ve done a lot and seen a lot. I’m ready to go home. I’m ready to give up. I have no choice to continue.
“But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
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