Today was my last day at the office.  I have to admit to equal parts terror and relief.  The last time I deliberately left a job with nothing solid lined up, I was 26 years old and had nothing more than an apartment and three cats.  Now I’m significantly older and I have a mortgage, a van payment, three dogs, a cat, chickens, and goats.  It’s pretty darn scary to realize that there won’t be a guaranteed paycheck for a set amount popping into my bank account every week.  What I earn will be up to me.

The sense of relief I feel at getting out of that place, though…  That very definitely outweighs the terror.  Some things were said and done yesterday and today that really reinforced the fact that it’s a bad environment.  I do not, for one moment, regret turning in my notice.  I walked out with a skip in my step and a song on my lips.

I’ll give it a day or two to sink in, and then I’ll freak out.