SO FRIDAY I turned in my notice at The Herald-Whig. It's been 16 eventful years, full of highs and lows. I appreciate everything the paper and company has done. I work for a great boss, Don Crim.
It's just time to do something else. Exactly what something else is to be determined.
Burnout is a scary thing. I want to make sure everybody understands this was on me. When you don't want to go to work anymore, grinding it out is bad for all involved.
I haven't looked for another job while employed at The Whig. I was asked yesterday what I wanted to do and really, all doors are open and I'll consider just about anything.
I am not quitting to work at Second String Music. Sheryl does an incredible job and we have excellent help. Someday we'll be able to use the store income to carry our household freight and I'll be able to piddle on the guitar all day. For now, we are happy it is doing well, growing and paying its own bills.
We are scared and excited. I was warned about jumping without the parachute. In the end, I did what needed to be done. We are ready for the next chapter.
Sheryl and I are heading for some beach time to decompress, and not think about the next step.