I gave notice at work. Two weeks from today, I will be unemployed! I tried to leave last year, but for a number of reasons, decided the timing wasn't right. I switched to part time, and that was fantastic, but over the last few weeks, I've been dreading work. And even worse, dreading a bunch of upcoming projects. So, it was time. Now I feel like the next two weeks will never pass, but I always feel that way when looking forward to (or hoping to survive past) something in the future, so I know it'll be here soon enough.
I'm not quite sure what I'll do next. I have a bunch of volunteer plans, and I hope to take some classes. I have enough savings to take a significant chunk of time off, which I know is rare and I'm grateful for the flexibility.
One thing I will work on is my anxiety. I'm doing fine, but not as well as I want to. I'll certainly have the time now, so that's no excuse!
The blessing of animals
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