Holy sh*t

Two weeks ago I gave notice and it was (is) exhilarating and an amazing decision it still felt . . . theoretical. Like maybe it wasn't really happening. I wasn't making this jump.

Tomorrow is (probably) my last day at MPC. (Probably because I offered to help them in a bind, if need be).

I'm about to be unemployed. By choice.

Oh my god, here I go.

I am going to reclaim my life.

Dramatic, but I don't care.

I feel like I should play Wagner as I walk into work tomorrow.