Friday I quit my job--I am no longer a ballroom dance instructor. There were many factors involved, but it all boiled down to my relationship with Justin. The schedule, long hours, commitment, and stress were too much for us. He comes first, so I decided to quit. I almost chickened out, and Justin suggested I wait another week, but I immediately felt uncomfortable with that idea. I had a strong feeling from the Spirit that I should do it then. I told my manager, who took it very well (thank you, Heavenly Father!), and then burst into tears.
It all feels like a dream: the dancing, the dressing up, the students, the meetings. It was only a few days ago that I was still a part of that. I will miss some things, most especially learning how to dance, but I can't deny the relief I felt when I said I wasn't going to be able to work anymore. I know it was the right thing to do.