My Resignation
Dear Mr. Prideful Self:
I am writing you to officially tender my resignation from the position of Judge of the Universe effective immediately. It seems that I was given the title in error, and it was never mine to begin with.
Working for you, sir, has been a memorable experience. I could not ask for a more qualified person to supervise me in this role. I have changed in many ways here and will never forget the direction in which this position has taken me.
But unfortunately, I have been offered with an opportunity that I simply cannot refuse. I’m sure you can understand, sir.
I will be accepting a position as myself over at The Room of Grace.
A place where I can begin to become who I was created to be, which is vastly different than my current position.
And while I may be tempted to miss my friends here and all they offer, I feel that it is time for a new and real experience.
Regards,
Josh
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Perhaps you’re like me and are prone to this position as well. I would encourage you to turn in your notice along with me today. And tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. Well, you get the point.
Two weeks is an admirable amount of time to give in most settings.
Not when it comes to our heart’s surrender.
Josh, I realized last night while on the phone with you that one of the things I appreciate most about you is your candor about the flaws you perceive in yourself. When telling a story, you readily and freely admit to things like, “And my motivation for doing [fill in the blank] was pride.”
Where my instinctual response is to conceal, yours seems to be to reveal. That’s the kind of honesty and authenticity I hope to mirror. Thanks for setting an example for me.
And I thank you for being you, mi amigo.
The great thing about marriage, for me, has been the painful realization that I can either write a mental letter like this to myself every day, or we will be a miserable couple. I get to take my pick every day. Prideful or miserable? Sadly enough, I still look at the two options and think, “Uhhhh… I’ll take pride.”
Whoops. I meant, “Prideful and miserable, or loving and fulfilled?”
Joshua- thanks for your comment! It’s funny how, although knowing the right thing to do, the prideful option seems appealing sometimes. Pride is definitely the silent killer. I have no doubt about it.