I've not been fired and I haven't resigned. It's not even due to that old chestnut, artistic differences.
Maybe Gwyneth had it right all along - we're consciously uncoupling. It's mutually beneficial.
I can't go into too much detail - confidentiality - but as my issues with work have been such a preoccupation on the blog this year, it seemed daft not to mark it on here in some way.
Earlier this week I was in a position to start telling friends and colleagues at work. I've been getting some lovely messages (and many, many hugs) but the question I keep getting is one I don't have an answer for:
"So where are you going?"It's only natural when this has - to people outside the process - come out of nowhere.
I suppose on the whole I'm feeling pretty good about it all - mentally lighter certainly. And it's great to know that I'm going out on my own terms. Plus I get a bit of breathing space before Christmas.
But every time someone asks that question I get the fear.
It's all going to be fine, yeah?