The time has come

Nearly eight years of working for what began as MingleMatch and then became Spark Networks, I am finally resigning. After many successful matchmaking experiences for friends and family it is time for me to move on. It is surprisingly more difficult than I thought. I am not sure if it is because I question my decision to quit a job in an economy such as ours or if it is the thought of saying goodbye to great friends. It is probably a little of both.

I often thought about quitting — probably have a 100 times since I started working here, but then move past the thought and resume my tasks. It is a great job really. I am a customer service manager. I monitor other reps, set my own hours and get paid fairly well all from the comfort of my own home. So why would I quit you ask? I guess the answer is because I wanted to. The income is no longer required for our family to function and we keep adjusting (or spending money on things that aren’t necessities) that help me justify keeping the job.

One day last week I decided this wasn’t what I wanted to spend three hours a day doing. The love of the job isn’t there like it used to be. I just want to use my time in other ways. I have a large family… soon to be six kids 9 and under. I want to be able to spend more time with them. I have a husband that doesn’t see me many nights because that is when I work on the computer most. And I haven’t been able to go tothe gym in months because my gym time often goes to work time. Needless to say, I am ready to spend a little more time with my kids, husband, and the gym.

I will miss my job, my routine, my extra spending money, and most of all my great friends from work, but I am anxiously looking forward to a few extra hours in my day to do things that I really want to do. I want to cherish the few years I have left before my kids are all in school. I can’t believe how fast that time goes. I want to converse with my husband more and enjoy quiet time together after the kids are in bed. It will be nice that he won’t have to “schedule” in time with me. I want to run, do aerobics and yoga again (although running is probably out until I have this little girl since I am too out of shape to start that back up right now, but walking will do). I am excited, almost a little giddy. Most evenings that I finish working I can’t wipe the smile off my face because I know I am one day closer to being done with work. My last day is July 6th. I finally did it. I finally resigned.