So, I’m leaving my job next month and now everyone knows it so my position has taken on that strange role of not really here anymore but still taking up desk space. I finally understand the phrase “lame duck”. Don’t get me wrong, there is still plenty to do and I’m doing it. But, the overall days seem full of false starts as we talk about new programs that I really shouldn’t start because I won’t be around to finish them.
Luckily, there are a few projects left to complete and I’m busy making lists for the next people so they aren’t totally in the dark as I was when I was new. I purposely didn’t give just two weeks because I wanted there to be a transition that made sense for the community and the new person(s) taking over. I don’t regret that decision, but I will say this long, drawn out goodbye is slowly killing me. Leaving is the right thing to do, but it isn’t easy. I will so miss the families that I have gotten to know and just the very luxury of working at a beautiful facility that is surrounded by reminders of God’s love has been an immeasurable gift. Leaving is going to leave a cut, and slowly pulling off the bandaid isn’t helping at all with the healing.
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