Someone Took A Break

Blog,

I'm almost leaving. I'm leaving my first job in 12 days. Commendations, regrets about me leaving, news about impending promotions all come too late. Call it bad timing. Pin it on my unfailing aura of failure at things that I should be successful at.

Contrary to popular belief, I don't relish this feeling. One could get so used to failing that it almost seems like they enjoy facing the consequence and attention that come with it. Truth is this is regrettable. I am leaving for reasons I would rather bury as deep as my subconscious would allow me. To everyone else it will be an unconfirmed but obvious inkling. In the back of my mind, I am escaping - anywhere but here.

I read somewhere that the fastest way to become successful is to commit as many mistakes as you can as early as you can. Based on my experience I should be a fucking superstar right about now. But since that isn't the case, I'll be moving on.

I'm off to take my chances and make those mistakes. Just like I always do. No looking back, into the sunset. Ha, caught myself looking cheesy.

See you when I see you.