…off

before you go feeling sorry for me (i hate pity), allow me to address my feelings toward this (maybe not so) sad event.

i alternate between being super bummed about it…i mean, i didn’t hate my job. in fact, i sorta loved it. it afforded me the opportunity to be nitpicky and edit the crap out of docs. if you know me at all, you know i live to edit. and write. which is where my job was lacking… the dry material (software/programming/blah blah) didn’t provide with the creative outlet that i crave (hence, this blog).
so, the way i figure it: it’s a bummer, but maybe not the worst thing?

perhaps this is my opportunity to find something different? something (dare i say?!) better!

i counted myself fortunate to have a job that i didn’t dread going to each morning. so, its been rough to imagine what comes next.

maybe i’ll go back to school?

maybe i’ll write a bestseller?

maybe i’ll just focus on all the things i didn’t have time to do because of my job?

maybe i’ll just soak up the summer sun and spend some time with my dad?

the world is my oyster.

and i want some damn pearls!