Well, I've done it now!
I've quit my job, and there's no turning back.
I handed in my notice to my boss this morning, after a fitful night of sleep (or lack thereof). I felt nauseated doing it, and I think my boss was in complete shock. She must think I am simultaneously cruel for further hobbling her already crippled team and insane for pursuing this dream of mine.
Word spread quickly around the office, and I was getting a lot of confused, cocked-head looks from people who are wishing me well but have this look in their eye that says I am just about the craziest bitch they've ever met.
They might be right! But you know, even if this whole thing doesn't work out, I have to try.
I felt guilty enough that I agreed to three weeks' notice, even though I'd gone in resolved to stick with only two. It's all right. It's another week of pay. Another week to plan my new life.
Over the weekend, I visited my grandfather for his 90th birthday. He lives a few hours away. Hubs was sick with a bad cold and because my grandparents are so frail, he couldn't come for fear they would get what he has, and then some.
But while I was gone, he did the most wonderful thing. He called it a "small" surprise, but it was huge. He cleaned out our office, which is where I plan to write. We'd been calling it one of our "hoarding rooms" because it looked like a couple of hoarders had piled their trash in there and shut the door so they could ignore it. He did something with all of it. I'm not sure what. It's some kind of magic. I can walk on the floor. Things are filed away. It's clear so that I can focus.
He's some kind of miracle, this guy. I am pretty sure I don't deserve him. But I lucked into this thing and I'm not letting him get rid of me.