Last night my employer officially advised me not to let the door hit me in the ass on the way out. It's been a long time coming, what with the budget nonsense we've experienced since I've worked there, so there's a lot of relief mixed in with feeling like I've been shamelessly ravaged in the least sexy way possible.
Today was a day for figuring out what I want to do with the rest of my life. The hubs posed it to me directly, "what could you do for a job that would make you happy?"
There's only one answer these days, and it isn't counseling.
I'm not a brave person, generally speaking, and I'm definitely not a risk taker. So the idea of throwing myself full time into this lion's den? It scares the bejeasus out of me.
It's also exciting as, well, throwing myself into a lion's den.
As much as I'm not a risk taker, I also believe in Fate. I give things up to something greater than myself and let my life guide me. Guide, but not force. I believe everything happens for a reason, and I also believe in signs. Take for example, today's google homepage image.
But I'm also denser than the smog in Smell-A.
So how do I justify following my heart to my practical side...not to mention my husband?