The scariest thing is often the best thing



I hate balloons (they’re bad for the environment, and often induce whining in children). And I’m often somewhat jealous of skinnier-people-than-me. But this picture, this picture is EVERYTHING¬†I’m feeling today.

You see I did what I’ve dreamed about doing for the past 4-5 years. The thing that I wished I didn’t want to do, the thing that, while I’m sad-ish about, I know is the right thing for me.

I quit my job.


Alright, I didn’t quit and walk off the line in some super-awesome-and-powerful Norma Rae type of move. I’m leaving at the end of September. I’m a thoughtful person, who has a lot of responsibilities and skills that I’m very proud of, so transitioning that plate of burdens tasks to someone else in as helpful a way as possible is important to me.

My annoying supportive sister would say that that ‘thoughtfulness’ is part of my problem of needing to leave, putting my organization first, and all. But, it’s the right thing to do, and makes me feel better about leaving. So there. It’s about me, after all, so isn’t that a good thing?

I’m all about the good things for me…in a reasonably, non-selfish, decent human being sort of way.

Here’s to making those things happen!