Reader, I’ve got some time on my hands this morning because last week I resigned from my job. On Wednesday, I gave two-week’s notice and immediately took two-week’s vacation. But the remainder of last week was sort of peppered with resigning-from-work, cleaning-it-all-out stuff, so today is actually the first day of not working at that job which I did not ever like for even a minute.
I feel terrific. And, you know what’s so interesting? I’m not even telling anyone. I mean, yes, I’ve told a few people, but all-in-all, that job meant so little to me that I don’t even feel the need to tell anyone that I’m not doing it anymore. I attended a dinner party on Saturday night, and I didn’t even mention the resignation. Not a peep about it. I’m just letting it go.
This week, I plan to cook. And invite people for dinner. And get the tires changed on the wheelbarrows and the hand truck. And clean the basement. And feed all the bees. And construct some beehives. And walk the dog on his favorite trails. I’ve got a few projects to pull off this week, and now I’ve got the time to take care of them.
What we’ve already recognized is that more free time for me means more free time for Deb, too. She can go to the gym rather than walk the dog. She can come home to nice meals that are less expensive than those we eat out, and we can invite people to join us because the house can be clean. This translates into more at-home time for Deb…which she loves and which she has too little of. Yes, I’ll eventually need to get a job and make some money and contribute financially. But, for a little bit, this is nice for both of us.
(Do you realize, Reader, that this job meant so little to me that I don’t even have a “work” category set up on this blog? I’m filing this post under “the mundane.”)
Not Alice 
