I Don’t Even Know How to Title This

I did it. I finally did it. After years of wondering what to do, I quit my job today. Two weeks from today I will be closing the door on one career, and walking into another one. Exciting – yes. Scary – very.
For 6 years, this has been the only profession I’ve known. And some of the time, it was really, really great. The career always had its seedy underbelly, but I was able to stay focused on the positive for a long time. But in the last year or two, the more discouraging aspects seemed to grow larger and larger, until the scales finally tipped.
Then, there was a job opening. I applied. They want me. They really want me. That’s a great feeling. And I want this job – as far as I can tell. That’s the hard thing about change – I wasn’t happy with my old job, but at least I knew what to expect. I could hate this new career. I could be miserable. But I won’t know unless I try. I could be very happy, satisfied, rewarded and renewed. And if this is all a big mistake – I’m an adult. I’ll work to fix it and make it right. But I have to try something new right now.
Everyone has been so supportive – for which I’m very thankful. It’s not just a big change for me, it’s a change for my family too, and they’ve been nothing but encouraging.
One minute I’m so excited I can’t stop smiling. Another minute I feel close to tears with apprehension, and even saddness at leaving my current career behind. But whatever the outcome, after treading water for ages in my own indecision, it feels wonderful to see a path opening ahead, and be walking forward again.