I quit my job six weeks ago. I hated every second of that job. The day I walked out, I felt like I had finally come up for air. Nearly a years worth of anger, anxiety, and frustration ended in that walk to the parking lot. It took two weeks to loose the knot in my stomach. Three weeks to start sleeping well at night again. Four weeks to be able to stop and truly enjoy the moments I shared with my family and friends. Five weeks to realize my job does NOT define me, and I have CHOICES! Six weeks to smile and say with confidence that I am ready to start my new job. Tomorrow is my last day of unemployment. In the last six weeks I have found peace and have finally let it go. I don't have any more anger about what happened, or how things ended. It just was. And now it's over. And I smile knowing I am free.