12 Years
I did it. I gave my notice to quit after twelve years of gainful employment. I am striking out on my own. This is both scary and exciting, kind of like the first time I was allowed to go out on Halloween night with my friends and without a parent.
"So", my mother asks. "What will you DO??"
What indeed.
I am going to carry on and have fun. I am going to write. I am going to read. I am going to paint and hike and travel and garden. I will speak Spanish again. Money? I am going to live off the part time work I am already doing on the side.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank Grundoon, though I don't have the pleasure of knowing the lady personally. Recently, I had a cancer scare. Thankfully, everything came out okay in my case, but going through that whole experience and reading her accounts made me change my view of what I should be doing with this life of mine quite a bit....
Trite as it sounds, it is time for me to start living instead of just existing.
Wish me luck!