I resigned last week. If you missed the memo, congrats — you’ve been spared the sight of a grown man finally pulling the ripcord on a long, slow freefall.
Now I’m down to 7 days. Just 7 more sunrises, 7 more rounds of “You got a minute?” meetings, and 7 more attempts to look like I’m still emotionally invested. Spoiler: I’m not.
This isn’t some dramatic mic drop. No flames, no bridges burned. Just a long-overdue decision by a guy who finally realized he doesn’t need to sit in a box to prove he still has something to offer.
Why’d I resign? Simple. It’s time.
Time to explore other opportunities. Time to chase the stuff I’ve put off for too long. Time to finally spread these damn wings and see what happens when I’m not tethered to corporate gravity. Health, family, and a nagging inner voice all played their part — but ultimately, this is about choosing more. More meaning, more freedom, more of what I want to do with the time I’ve got left.
I’m not retiring. Don’t even suggest it. I’m shifting gears, not hitting the brakes.
So, here we are. 7 days of transition. One grumpy guy, one foot out the door, and one eye on the horizon.
Watch this space. I’ve got things to build, ideas to chase, and maybe a few cages left to rattle.
— The Old, the Bold, and the Bald
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