ZOMG. I quit my job.
I...I can't believe I actually did it.
When I fully process this, and come to terms with the notion of having time to do something other than rock in a corner, cry, and develop an ulcer, I'll post more about it.
For the rest of the week, I'll be pulling my customary eleventy billion hours per week chained to the desk and computer.
I'm experiencing the oddest combination of freaked out and gleeful. The idea of not being consumed with unhappiness and anger is intoxicating. I just want to be happy and smile with some sincerity again.
OMG. OMG.
When I fully process this, and come to terms with the notion of having time to do something other than rock in a corner, cry, and develop an ulcer, I'll post more about it.
For the rest of the week, I'll be pulling my customary eleventy billion hours per week chained to the desk and computer.
I'm experiencing the oddest combination of freaked out and gleeful. The idea of not being consumed with unhappiness and anger is intoxicating. I just want to be happy and smile with some sincerity again.
OMG. OMG.