Today is the last day of my job. Holy crap.
The thing about my job is it was something I took when I was in my first marriage because it allowed me to work from home and with my anxiety, that was terribly helpful. My first wife didn’t do much to encourage me to leave my protective space and this job, although it sucked, catered to my fears. As I found a new wife, got the mental medication I needed and developed the life skills to become an adult, this job was the last remnant of that old life. It was a job I worked because I had been working it. Like many terrible things, it was just something I never realized that I could make better. By leaving this job, I feel like I have shed the last chain of my crippling past mentality.
With my abundance of free time I plan to pursue such wild and crazy goals like learning new recipes to cook. I plan to get back into yoga. Once I have my life together again, I plan to get back to college.
I also plan to write. Oh my, I will write. The last time I lost a job, I couldn’t write for shit due to anxiety, marital stress and more anxiety. Now I am on a lot more medication and I have a kick-ass supportive wife.
Free Advice! If your spouse doesn’t support the things you love, leave that asshole.
With this free time, I plan to finally get cracking on the Violatrix book I wanted to do for Christmas. I will also be able to work almost daily on the Farmer’s Daughter’s Almanac, which I think is going to be a lot of fun. I can also wrap up this Pirates anthology that is soooo close to being done. The best part about quitting is now I can work on the shit I want to do.
I feel like a whole adult now.