Today is my last day of work and my mind is completely scattered. I will try to keep this short. I actually drove to the office for the first time in ages! I usually ride Marta (public transit) or walk everywhere, so me driving at all is a bit of an adventure for the innocent bystanders around me. Special shout out to the Buick I cut off on Piedmont, mea culpa~.

I wanted to drive today so I could pick up some Krispy Kreme’s for the office. My co-workers have been struggling lately, the crazy tax season has just started, and there are so many people I wanted to thank for their guidance over the years. Warm sugary goodness for breakfast is the least I could do. If any of you are reading this… sincerely, thank you for your patience, assistance, and tolerance of me over the last fifteen years. We tend to spend more time with our co-workers than our own families and I have been fortunate to work around such wholesome people (a rarity in our business).

I seem to be stuck in an endless loop of “Wooo, its over!” followed shortly afterwards by “Oh god, what have I done?!”. Back and forth all day like a see-saw. Smug self satisfaction at a plan well executed to complete terror of a plan actually working as intended. I think I derived more of my identity from my work than I thought and that sudden loss is unsettling. It is the first time I have been unemployed in fifteen years and no amount of knowing I pre-planned for this can get that thought out of my head. It leaves me feeling a little jittery, like I probably had too many doughnuts this morning. Hoping for a quiet weekend of quality time with Echo, puppy snuggles, and soccer. I need to get in my extra time with all three before I leave for Springer Mountain in a month.

Time to drive home, pack up my suits, and throw out my razors. Not sure if ‘dirty hippy’ is an official style, but I intend to find out.