I have had a case of the "weepies" off and on over the last week as people find out I'm leaving my job. That little catch in the throat. The quaver in the voice. The sure knowledge that at any moment the tears are going to spill and your nose is going to drip, even though your brain is sending the "cease and desist" message to the crying center.
I can still recall the day in August of 1985 when I clocked in and started my new job as an oncology nurse in the big city. I made that choice based on a gut feeling that it was the right thing for me. I'm trusting that gut feeling again. Right now I am feeling optimistic, but I won't lie to you. There is a good measure of unease barking on the periphery just to keep me on my toes.
I think that's the way it's supposed to be.