"I Want to Get Away, I Wanna Fly Away..."

"Yeah...yeah...yeah..."

Lenny Kravitz has been stuck in my head since about 3:00 yesterday. It seemed the perfect theme song on my last day of work.

LAST DAY OF WORK!!!!

Guys, I'm UNEMPLOYED. And could not be happier. This is usually the part where people freak out about making money, and what happens next, but... I'm just not worried.

Update: It's been confirmed. I am.

I'm a resourceful gal, and will be able to find/do something to keep me afloat.

This is the part of my life where I stop wasting my time trying to please anyone for a paycheck. This is the part where I stop compromising my values, and bring humanity back into my life, instead of dwindling myself down to a number. I mean, really, look at the way it's set up: Anything that identifies us involves numbers. Social Security Numbers, Account numbers, Case Numbers, Reference numbers, Credit Scores. My job got to the point where when I would receive a spreadsheet of credit card account holders to garnish, the names were completely omitted.

We may as well put a barcode on the back of everyone's necks. It saves plastic and paper, I'm sure.

I do not doubt that there is some beauty to the Universal aspect of the numeric system, and it is a great way to keep track of things, but let's not forget that Hearts beat, Blood flows, and Brains buzz beneath those numbers. If we lose that, we lose everything.

Hm, I didn't expect to go there... "What I was trying to get at" was how excited I am to be able to pursue my other projects wholeheartedly. What am I without my passions? I am working on musical collaborations, writing numerous stories at once, creating wearable items, and petting my kitty.

MY KITTY, GRETCHEN.
You've seen her before. Haven't you?

She's my little angel.

I need to modify my lifestyle to allow me more time to do the things that make me who I am. And not only am I trying to create, but I intend to go back to school and finish that Bachelor's I started 6 years ago. And I can tell you that working a 9-5, barely writing/creating and trying to fit in a class here and there is not going to help me succeed. I am going to find a job that is more fluid with my sensibilities. Or maybe I won't find a job. Or may be I'll just have a bunch of different jobs. Who knows?

All I know, is that my happiness comes first. End of Story.

~Pusher. Of. Pens.~