One Year

This is the day. One year ago. I jumped. I was sitting on the bus filled with people, I knew I could just not do this anymore. I could not go one more day, hour, minute, second, living the lie that I was living. Things were not ok, I was miserable. No more justification, no more excuses.

I walked into the office. I asked my manager to speak with him. We started talking about work as I searched for the courage to say the words. Then I just said them. "I can't do this anymore. Please accept today as my notice." There was shock in his eyes, but determination in my heart. Nothing could be said or done or taken back or given. I had made my decision.

I had no direction. I didn't know what I was going to do. This wasn't planned and all the money I made sure was not sitting in the bank. I just knew with my whole body I could not go one more day pulling myself out of bed (late), to get ready in heels and nice clothes and get on that bus with everyone else that takes us to a place where the sun hardly shines through the buildings, to work for someone else with little appreciation, to only maybe find time for lunch, to end the day back on the bus and take me to my house where I am to relax and then start the whole thing over tomorrow.

There had to something more. I was jumping off to find it.