I just… exhaled. Really. For the first time in months. The department head, the one I mentioned to my sister… you know, the one who picked apart every single line, every shade of blue, every font choice… he’s leaving. He announced it today. Across the city, for a competitor. The irony isn’t lost on me. I should feel something, I suppose. A pang of something. But there’s just… air. A lot of it. Like someone finally opened a window in a very stuffy room. It’s stupid, isn’t it? To feel this much relief over someone else’s job change. I’m a junior designer, barely out of school, trying to make my way. My parents, they still think I should be a doctor. Or a lawyer. Something respectable. Not someone who spends all day worrying about kerning. But I like it. I like making things look right. And he… he just made it all feel so small. Every decision felt like a test, and I was always failing. Always falling short. Always. I didn’t realize how much I was holding my breath. Waiting for the next email, the next "let's discuss this" that meant another hour of being told everything I’d done was almost, but not quite, good enough. It’s not a big deal, really. Just a job. But I’m… lighter. I didn’t know I could feel this light. It’s a strange thing, this feeling. Almost like… freedom. For something so small.