Leaving…
My last day of working for someone else. Walked out the door for the very last time an hour ago. So, “it is with mixed emotions”… uh… no. “Leaving is bittersweet”… uh… no again.
How about:
Leaving is like tasting the sweet nectar of the end zone for the very first time, taking the football and spiking it while screaming… YEEAAAHHH!!!
It was late in the 4th quarter, time running out, down by a field goal, the opponent had the ball and could almost run the clock out. Suddenly, a fumble! Right there on the ground in front of me. Scooping up the pigskin and seeing a little opening, teammates blocking for me. Rumbling, stumbling, bumbling down the field, further and further until…. Touchdown!
Yes, that is more like it.
Certainly there will be people I will miss. I had the good fortune to work with many wonderful, hard-working, talented people. Friends. Comrades. But they aren’t dead. Life will go on. I wish them all the best, inside or outside the company. Many will stay in touch. Some may read my first book. Some may even stay in touch after reading my first book.
And my happy dance! Can’t be wrong to be so happy?
Have a safe and wonderful move Jim!