I quit a job today. It wasn't your ordinary job. I actually worked for two different companies, one each owned by a father and son. One company I get paid for and the other is a startup. I finally reached the point I couldn't do it anymore. During the last year, I've compromised my values and given until I have nothing left to give. So, this morning, I quit.
It is the strangest feeling. Can't decide if I'm sad, angry, disappointed, what... I'm sure the feeling will pass and I'll feel excited about possibilities. After all, it will give me a lot more time to dedicate to writing, and that's a good thing.
Chapter closed, new chapter, what will it become...?