That Eventful Day

I remember well the day that I really decided I was quitting my day job. Yeah, I'd been thinking about it on and off for many months, even years. And even though I was very serious about it for a while, I was nervous about taking the plunge.

I remember calling my friend, Natasha, from work and she told me that I sounded sad. I got off the phone and thought about it a lot on my drive home. Within a few minutes of driving, I knew that I had to quit my job - it was being at work that had made me so depressed.

I can't tell you how relieved and happy I felt for the rest of the car ride. I was breaking free!

From that point on, there was no turning back - I knew what I had to do. Ok, it took me a while to make it official to my boss at work, but that's mostly because I was working out the many logistics. But going back to work has been so much easier since, because I know that the end is near.

Whoopee!