What a Relief!

About a week ago I began giving serious consideration to stepping down as the district trainer for TNG.  This morning I sent a text message to my supervisor expressing a desire to discuss the matter with her.  She was receptive to my message and stated we would talk concerning the issue later in the day.  When she did call me, we had a great conversation regarding other subjects.  As the phone call drew to a close, I brought the desire of my heart to bear.  Two of the reasons given for wanting to step down were: the direction this position is taking me within the company is not somewhere I care to go, and it is no longer fun for me anymore.  Not wanting to place her in a bind, I offered a proposition to work as the trainer till a replacement could be found, hopefully in roughly two weeks time or less.  She counter-offered by saying she would phase me out over the course of the remaining week.  At the dawning of the new week next Monday, I will become a regular merchandiser once again.  This was such a relief.  Whew!  The stress has lifted, and I can regain some of my life back.  Now I can sleep more soundly with the phone turned off at night, and I can get taken off this unofficial "on-call" status.  With most issues in my life, this as a prime example, I have a hard time really expressing or airing out what's on my mind and residing in the depths of my heart and soul till it's already beyond the boiling point of eruption.  This is a character flaw, of which I still have a lot to learn and to implement in practicality.  Why is it I don't speak out more often before it's too late?  People who already know me very well may be surprised to learn this, as many would say I am very vocal as it is.  But it's true.  Life is a constant, continual growth process.  I will never graduate from or master any of it till the day I pass on in to eternity.  Until then, I have a lot of work to do.

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