A year ago today, in a leather jacket, plaid dress, yellow tights and knee-high boots, I quit my job.
I had no idea what I was doing when I burned my life to the ground three years ago, but you can't stop a chain of dominoes. When the last domino falls, you have to set about picking them up. I guess that's what I was trying to do this last year. That was the plan, at least.
As this year dragged on, I began to dread the last week of September, the thought of having to take stock of it all, what with my introspective nature...ugh. I was pretty convinced that I wouldn't like what I figured out. At times, I really felt like this year was just another abstraction I was failing at quantifying.
And then the last week of September came.
My best friend from high school traveled 10 hours to spend 12 with me.
I had an epic chat with an old friend that began in tears, and ended with hysterical laughter.
I reconciled with a dear friend after a 2 year estrangement.
I had a perfect adventure day.
Investments in people will be rewarded.
Everything gets better.
Time is the only answer.
I like being happy.
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I am pretty comfortable in my skin. I learn from my mistakes. I love and am loved. I am very, very lucky.
(and glad that i quit that stupid job)
NEXT.