Sometimes I feel as if I die a little death when someone walks out of my life. Of course this is not the case with everyone. Most of the time, it feels like a breath of fresh air, especially if that someone is a colleague.
But I definitely died a little death today when someone told me that she will be leaving in the first week of April. This is quite punnily the nail in the coffin. It must have been in the first three months of my current job that I told myself that if this person ever quits, I will soon follow. This is now my fifth year and her tenth. Three weeks ago, the idea to move on first hit me. It was a whack in the head, like in the form of a newspaper recruitment ad for a position that actually interested me. Like with most things, I was initially enthusiastic, then that kind of faded. The intention was still there, but not the urgency. So today’s message was a kick in the ass. It definitely is time to move on. No point procrastinating or thinking twice about it.