so that's what quitting your job feels like

Not much at all. Nothing for the void on the other side, a little wistful for the two co-workers I'll actually miss, lamenting that I'll probaly never work in a place with so much natural light and high ceilings. I'm sure the crippling worry of job hunting will set in any minute now, but this had to happen, for my own health and quality of life. What to even try doing next I can't begin to imagine, but I've got a book and a Starbucks down my street to help with that.

so that's what having your boss ask you to reconsider feels like

Confusing, mostly. He called this morning, and I went in to the office this afternoon when my shift would start to meet with him.

He seemed genuinely surprised that I wanted to leave, saying I was doing fine, that my writing style was direct and competent, and that everyone in journalism feels a step behind all their lives.

( And that, right there, is the problem. )

And maybe quitting is a mistake, maybe I'm going to regret this so much when I have to beg my father for rent money as he berates my lack of commitment. But I think I'm going to work tomorrow and telling him to take our conversation as two weeks' notice.

[ETA: My unending gratitude to all of you who commented, seeming to think I can slay dragons or something. It's meant more than you know, even if I have to start my path to glory as a barista down the street.]