On 6 January 2017, I finally summoned the courage to hand in my resignation letter.
It was a bittersweet moment to say the least. The decision to quit was not as easy as I had imagined. On the one hand I had known even since studying law at university that it was not my life’s passion and I had no intention of staying in the legal industry long-term; on the other hand, I had not expected to be so lucky to be trained by one of the kindest and most caring bosses possible. From giving me a “special bonus” when I tore my ligament in the office to cover my medical expenses, to giving me a raise once he found out I had moved out of my parents’ place, it’s fair to say that he went above and beyond anything I would ever expect a boss to do for an employee, especially a junior employee like myself.
It’s an understatement to say that I’m an emotional person but I had no idea that I would be reduced to a puddle of tears the moment I told my boss that I was resigning. An overwhelming feeling of a combination of nerves, sadness and guilt washed over me the moment I opened my mouth and told him the news – nerves over the fact that I was quitting my job of 4 years and entering into the unknown, sadness over the fact that I was disappointing my boss and guilt over leaving a firm that had treated me so well over the years. Nonetheless, I knew this was something that I needed to do in order to start my journey of pursuing my dreams. This would mark the beginning of my interior design journey and of living a truly authentic life led by my heart’s desires and my soul’s passions (cheesy much?).
I am honestly so proud of myself for taking this leap of faith and finally putting my dreams into action. To rain and shine and whatever else may come, I am ready.