Today was a difficult one. I finally shared the news with my team: I’ve
resigned, and my last day will be the end of June. As the words left my mouth, I
felt a weight lift, but it was quickly replaced by a heavier one—sadness and
worries for the people I’m leaving behind.
We’re a small, tight-knit
team, sometimes feel more like a family than just colleagues. Over the years,
we’ve disagreements with each other, celebrated wins, navigated challenges, and
built something truly special together. So, when I saw their sadness and shock,
it hit me hard.
One team member was particularly upset. The rest of
the team, while supportive, seemed deflated, and I could sense a creeping
demoralization settling in. I’m worried that my departure might spark a chain
reaction, with others questioning their own place here. That thought gnaws at
me.
The day dragged on, heavy with emotion. There were long
conversations about what’s next—for me, for them, for us. I tried to reassure
them, to remind them of their strength and the incredible work they’ll continue
to do. But words feel hollow when you’re the one walking away.😞
I
know I need to do this. This move is about growth, about chasing a path that’s
right for me. But that doesn’t make it easier. Today, I’m carrying both the
relief of being honest and the ache of letting go.
As I head into
these final weeks, I’m determined to leave on a high note. I want to support my
team, lift their spirits, and ensure they feel ready to carry on without me.
They’re resilient, and I believe in them, even if they are doubting if they can
continue to deliver the projects.