gement | Sometimes you fly

The moment I let go of it
was the moment I got more than I could handle.
The moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down.

I gave notice to my boss. I leave my current job the week of December 15th, right after inventory and right before the Christmas break.

Immediately after bravely tendering my resignation in writing (we discussed it verbally first, and the boss seems well pleased with my choice and how I am handling it), I went to print a final clean copy of my application for the Seattle Public Library.

pamc called her warning aright. They have a hiring freeze on, and don't even have the application available for download right now. I'm taking a lot of deep breaths.

I am in the right place, I believe that. I have savings, and I have worked in this place long enough. I need to move, and the best way to keep heading the right direction at this point is to burn this bridge. I am getting a glowing recommendation, and I can continue to apply for things from my family home until something works out. Something will work out.

I am more frightened than I have been in at least two years.

I feel really really alive today.