Baby Step: Check

DAY FIVE: The Pauper Casts Her Stone

The hard part is over?  Can we ever say that when we have no idea what the future is going to hold?  What I can say is that my decision has been made.  I tendered my resignation at work, and if my heart rate over the past few days is any indication, at least one hard part is over.

So the game is officially in play.  My current job will soon be but a distant memory.  I took the risk, but now I must put in the hard work it will take to accomplish the goals I want.  I made a decision and set it in motion, and now I shall see if I am really cut out for this whole risk-taking avenue of life, or if I will come crawling back to my job like a feeble minion cast away from the Kingdom of Payday.

But for right now, I will allow myself to enjoy this feeling.  The feeling of taking my life into my own hands, however foolish it may seem.  The feeling that I am in control of my fate.  The feeling of knowing I will never allow myself to settle into a life of mundanity and unhappiness.

Kind of like this.  But (thankfully) with just a metaphorical "river of shit"

So what now?  In the immediate, I am going to dinner with a friend and indulging in Turkish cuisine and a bottle of wine to celebrate.  But tomorrow?  Well, tomorrow I have a thousand and one opportunities that I will try my damnedest to either cease or create.  But the wonderful thing is, for the first time in four years, I know that tomorrow marks a countdown instead of an endless march.