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Game Over!


I can put my lack of blogging down to only one thing, which is that the last couple of weeks or so I have been in what I can only describe as ‘fight or flight’ mode whilst waiting to leave the job I was in. It ain’t been a nice feeling, I can tell you that much. The words ‘slog’, ‘bullet-biting’ and ‘tenterhooks’ just about sum it up, but finally Friday 12th April arrived and along with it...

FREEDOM!!!

And it was with a sense of joy, relief, overwhelming tiredness and unnerving calm, that I managed my last day without drama or tears, and drove away for the final time with a lightness in my heart and shine to my spirit I haven’t felt for a few months. I also drove away with a car full of cards, flowers and lovely presents, none of which I was expecting but kind of showed that I must have done something right in the previous 2 and a half years! I know I don’t officially exit my contract until 30th April and this is officially ‘Easter Holidays’ but I’m not waiting until then to start living anew. Officially. This is it, then. This is where life changes. Plot twist!!

A wise friend has advised that I make no plans but wake with joy to each new day and see what it brings. My darling husband says, ‘Take a year out - write, retrain, do what makes you happy.’ My daughter has been my biggest cheerleader, getting me through my wobbly moments with an often startling array of gifs hitting my message box on a daily basis. I’ve been wrapped in a blanket of warm encouragement from many family and friends. I feel blessed. Look after. Protected. I know I have done the right thing. I am so...

EXCITED!!!




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Anonymous said…
Good on you!! Can't wait to read about your new adventures!
KJ
16 April 2019 at 18:13
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