Eight months ago I quit working for a well-known nonprofit herd of goats. There were many reasons for it, but yesterday I learned the colleague whose conflict was among them is gone. (I’d reflexively started to ask why, but then realized it’s neither any of my business nor do I actually care.) I’m not interested in going back to the organization even were that an option (or even in knowing anything other than what they post publicly to social media), but this does open the door to being able to visit, which I’ve not done since I quit. I’m not really sure yet if I want to, because the clean break has been far, far better for me than any sort of “complicated break-up” would have been, and until I have an internal answer to whether it would make my mental stability better or worse, I’ll not be jumping to upend my routine.
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