No Idea for a Title...

It was a sad day yesterday.

And not just for me.

If you must know, I've written this blog post quite a few times. In my head, on the computer, chicken scratch notes all over the place. It's been funny. It's been rough and caustic. It's been "state the facts ma'am, nothing but the facts". It's been sad, yet tinged with humour. It's been all over the place.

Now that it's time to sit down and write it and actually post the freakin' thing, I've lost it. Haven't a clue what to write. Not a stinking thought about how I should tell you the story.

Have you ever been in a situation where you know that what you're doing, or about to do, is the absolute right thing?

Everything tells you that it is. Your mind. Your logic. Your heart. And most importantly... Your Gut. You just know that, even, if by some slight chance, your mind is doubting and your heart is hurting and logically there's a part of you that's saying "uhmmmm I don't know about this..." and your gut just keeps telling everything else to "Shut. Up. this is the way it's going to be, this is the way it should be, this is the way it has to be" that you'll always listen to Your Gut.

Well, at least I do.

I quit my job.

After damn near 12 years, I just up and quit. Gave my notice and I'm getting the hell outta dodge... No more commuting 2 or more hours a day for this chick. No way. Not going to happen! I'm gonna grab those two hours, and then some, and spend some quality time outside of my Maggie. Not that I don't like Maggie... I just feel like my ass is liking Maggie a little too much. See my kids a little more (I know, I'm nuts), spend a little more time with SG (again, the nuts thing is noted), have a little more me time.

But don't think that I've completely lost my nutter.

I do have a new job that I'll be starting. It took a long time to get the start date, but I've known about it for quite some time. Like since last September....

But there was background work that needed to be done. They needed to check me out to the n-th degree to make sure I was who I said I was. Is what I said I is. Am what I said I am. Safe to assume that all went well because they called and said "when can you to start?"

I told them February 1st.

It'll be an 8 hour day, not 8 1/2. It'll be turn left out of the driveway instead of right. It'll be 12 minutes, door to door. Twenty two kilometres round trip.

It'll be soooo nice. And I think it will take me about 3.2 days to get used to it. I adapt well, I know.

It'll be tough. Really tough. As in brain busting tough. But that's okay. Because I'm tough. And evidently, I'm smart. I've got what it takes to learn this, to do this and to be successful at it.

So it ends. Nearly four months after accepting and signing the offer of employment, of patiently waiting and wondering, it's over. Not a strong point with me, the patience thing. To tell you the truth, up until this experience, I had very little. Just ask my kids.... But now it's done. I'm changing careers. I'm heading into a new adventure with a huge learning curve that will no doubt do its best to try and kill me. But I will survive.

And I will do it well.

Because that's just what I do, that's the way I am.

Ciao!