So I was fired Monday. Yep. Fired from a job I hated. Because, well, I hated it SO much that it took all my effort to get there late. They fired me for the lateness, which is understandable by their standards but so silly from my side. I mean, I was getting the work done, I was just having trouble motivating myself to get there in the morning.
But it doesn’t matter now, because I don’t have to go there again. I am FREE!
That’s how it feels. I know I should be panicked about no income and supporting a child, but what I feel is “I AM FREE!!”
Now I must gather my tigers and not just kiss them, but dance with them.
Come, tigers, let’s get moving!