Final Countdown: 48 Hours

My stomach is doing backflips.

I feel like throwing up.

Yet my mind is oddly calm.

I have roughly 48 hours before I no longer consider myself a reservationist.

48 hours until I bid a sweet, “Adieu!” to the restaurant industry.

48 hours until I take those first steps away from the grinding, suffocating misery that has enveloped me for the last six months and into the first steps of a scary, crazy new adventure that will hopefully restore my energy, happiness, and intellect.

48 hours until I turn a new page and start penning the next chapter….


…exploring options for a new course on uncharted waters and unmapped terrain…

compass and map

…whipping out that compass and quoting Jack Sparrow: “Now, bring me that horizon.”


The next two days are going to bring about a hurricane of emotions and thoughts. Part of me is still screaming, “What were you thinking of leaving your job without something lined up? You only have limited funds, you know!” and the other part is all Mrs. Potts: “Cheer up, child. Everything will turn out all right in the end. You’ll see!”

mrs potts

I must heed the call of the universe, for it has given me the signs for far too long of the next course of action to take. I am glad to have accepted these signs when I did, or I might still be the same miserable, grumpy person that I have evolved into recently. I left D.C. on Friday evening and I have been away for about 40 hours. When I woke up Saturday morning, I instantly felt more relaxed, more relaxed than I have been in a long time. I forgot for the briefest moment that it was even Saturday, and somehow surprised myself when I finally went to bed at midnight that, “Hey, tomorrow is Sunday! Woohoo!” *confetti* That meant one more day of self-care, intellectual thinking, and coffee consumption.

I know it will be a bit of a process in the days and weeks after walking away from my first real-world job to find my center again, but let me tell you: I look forward to being a snarky ball of awesomesauce again. It does take awhile to find yourself again after you lose yourself, but the end result is totally worth it. I’ve done it before, and I will do it again.

jimmy buffett 2



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