My first week out of work. I filled my own calendar with nothing and rushed through it, stopped knowing what day it was, and let my desk go untidy for the first time in my working life. On unstructured time, why an empty week feels fast instead of long, and why it looks like a holiday from the outside.
I drove to an office I had not visited in years, handed back a box with everything I could find, and had lunch with HR. On the last day of a job you chose to leave and would still have stayed in — and the very ordinary morning that followed.
Leaving a job and still wearing the “I’m fine” mask? Why it’s the kindness — not the hardship — that finally breaks your composure, and why telling the people you love the truth before you go is the honest move.
You cannot shrink your way out of a career you are excellent at. On competence as identity, identity foreclosure, and separating the fear of leaving from the grief of it.
Leaving well isn’t about a tidy handover. It’s about refusing to pretend you’re fine when you’re not — and the quiet cost of performing grace on your way out the door.