So.

So. I really did it this time. I quit my job. A decent paying job at that. Walked out. No replacement job waiting for me. Mortgage to pay. Bills to pay. I must be insane. Right now I am scared as hell. This hormonal wash my body is providing me feels exactly like a very bad break up. Enough about that though. It's time to move, and move I shall. There's a lot of things for me to do in this world and none of them have anything to do with going to that job everyday (and I mean EVERY DAY) and rolling into a ball of stress every night. Nope. It's time to get a cheap bike, lose 40 pounds, maybe work at a book store, count my loose change, and find a way to do everything I should have been doing these last ten years. Note: what I should have been doing was to not resort to very bad behavior as a way to release all the bad feelings I got from work. My jerk days are over. That much is for sure. I am a new man. Scared as hell. But ready to see what I can actually accomplish.