I quit my job yesterday.

I finally mustered enough courage to do it. It wasn’t a last minute decision — and it wasn’t a rash one as well. It wasn’t personal at all. It was a selfish decision, and it was one that I made for my own good.

After staying for almost two years at my company (April would be my second anniversary there), I felt that I had nothing more to give. I did the best I could — I started a regional magazine, and did a pretty darn good job, if I could say so myself. Of course, there’s always room for improvements, but this was a place where I can’t climb anymore — any higher and I would step over my boss (I was the head of the editorial department)!

Why did I quit? Well, I wanted to challenge myself out of my comfort zone, and be wiling to take calculated risks for things I believe in. I wanted to try and push myself to not accept a life where I feel like I am sleepwalking through the day. Mainly though, it was because I had nothing to lose.

I could stay on, and be the media darling of designers and architects, but I wanted something more, and I believe that my work at my company does not define who I am. It would have been an easier to stay put, but by doing so, the cost of such a decision far outweighs the good, and if I’m not careful, I risk being stuck. I can’t have that — not now anyway.

It’s a two-month notice that’ll see me working through April, but my real adventure begins in May, where I’ll be in a new environment for a while. I can’t wait to walk down the Philosopher’s Path again.

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PS: Thank you everyone for your kind remarks about Cookie – she was a little shaken, but is slowly recovering from the ordeal. And so are we!