departure

peaceful, joyful

climbing, soaring, creating

living life on purpose

free

This is what I've been waiting for the past several months.  I was scared to death.  (Well, maybe not to death.  I'm being a little dramatic here.)  But I took a deep breath, walked into my boss's office and told her that I'm leaving.

Breathe...

And you know what?  The world didn't stop turning, the walls didn't come caving in.  All the stress of the decision was gone.  I submitted my resignation.  And I felt -- relief. 

During the last several weeks in which I decided this day was nearing, I've had moments of panic.  I've had nights of missed sleep.  I've stressed, and I've worried, and I've wondered.  Is this the right decision?  Will I be able to make it?  Am I freakin' crazy quitting a perfectly acceptable job during a recession? 

Yes.  Yes.  And No.

I kind of want to do cartwheels down this basement corridor.  Maybe I'll save that for my last day.  Though, to be honest, I mostly just feel calm -- like I made the complete right decision for me.

Life is beautiful.