The glory of quitting

I did not know there was such a thing. While going trough the mix-of-anxiety-bitterness-panic-euphoria-panic feelings of a resignation that did indeed make complete sense, I've gained somewhat of an admirative status for bravery in my work place, along with partum sighs from people who seem to have liked me as much as I liked them.

There's glory in quitting, if it happens at the right time, not to early, not too late, and with some degree of impulsiveness and elegance.

I'm sometimes surprised by the grown up world. We do not know everything, as I assumed as a child looking up, we hardly know what we want, we do get stuck in places and struggle to get out.

Changes, however, are as big as I expected, as their consequences tend to ramify. Not to say it's all scary, it's not, I keep breathing and I'm moving on.