After giving away a part of yourself to a place for fifteen years, you eventually come to a crossroads where you realize moving on is for the best. My wife quit her job a little over two weeks ago. It wasn’t something we planned or expected, but it was for the best.

For her, she’ll be happier. She’ll be better regarding her emotional, physical, spiritual, and mental health. These are all things that have been neglected or sacrificed in recent years.

I don’t want to talk about it, and it’s best not to write about it. Some won’t like what I have to say. So, I’ll state it like this. My wife has picked up her “baggage,” so no one else has to worry about it. She has grabbed her “box” and is taking a new step toward a better life.

I’m proud of her. I’m proud of her courage to say no. I’m pleased she had the fight left to say: I’m done.

Here is to new beginnings.