The Rest of My Life: Day 1

So.

Hi, my name is Leah and I'm a writer.

I'm getting better at saying that.

Yesterday was my last day of gainful employment.

HOLY SHIT YESTERDAY WAS MY LAST DAY OF GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT!

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out...just a little bit.

Because I've been working since...since....well, I started babysitting when I was ten years old. So since then. I've had a job, or plans of a job, or summertime employment, or whatever. I've been a babysitter, a dental assistant, a receptionist, a veterinary technician, a lifeguard, a legal secretary, a database administrator, a call center operator, a web content manager, an assistant, and a software tester. I have been employed for over two thirds of my LIFE.

Now, I am not.

Me, this morning

I expected to be full-time happy about this, from the first moment on. But to tell the truth, this morning I was a little down, a little sad. I'm so used to having to do everything in the one day a week I used to have off that I was rushing around like a chicken without a head, trying to clean all the rooms and edit all the chapters. 

Then I bashed my head into a lamp. Ouch.

So then I went outside and punched. I felt a little better.

Then I forced myself to sit down and start editing. I felt a little better.

Then a friend of mine, a fantastic writer and who I've been trying for YEARS to impress, sent me an email.

She LOVED a story I sent her. Loved.

But look at me now!

So now, instead of a meek little puppy...I am writer! Hear me RAWR!

It's funny, how uncertain I wound up being about this. Charles and I have planned for months for me to stop working. He's going to be able to support us until I start making some sort of money again. We're all good. I actually gave my notice that I was (probably) leaving in April back in...well...August, I think. 

But when my timeline got all sped up a couple weeks ago, and when we decided to pull Zoe out of school early, and when I realized I was REALLY going to be home, all the time...well, it's been hard not to panic.

So. You may have fun reading really crazy blog posts in the coming weeks...or I may be all professional and actually, oh, I don't know...control myself? But right now, I am feeling optimistic, and hopeful, and I'm looking forward to an afternoon happy hour with my work family.