My rules of engagement are as follows:
1: NEVER give up without a fight.
2: Never kick a man when he's
3: If you do have to kick him, aim for the face.
4: If you're done, you can lie down, but NEVER take it.
So, I just quit my job.
Resigned. Finished. Completo.
I said my piece. In fact I've been saying it for six months. I've had meetings about it and lodged paperwork and hugged it out and yelled and ranted and cajoled and you know what? When you're done, you're done. I was done.
Is it just me, or does the world seem a shiner, happier place, full of glitter and magical sparkly things? Oh, it is just me?
Maybe that's because y'all are still working at 4.20 pm on a Tuesday afternoon. Me, I'm blogging on my front porch, with three cats and a cup of green tea. It's lovely out here. Beach weather.
I won. I fought and I won. Not the way I expected I would win, but a win is a win all the same. Because I am alive, and I am free, and I am whole, and the future has shiny shiny possibilities.
I have never lived to work, although I do work with passion and relish. But when that's gone, I work to live. And when working starts to eclipse living, why, that's no way to live at all. And, There's No Crying In Baseball.
You do what you can, you say what you have to say and if you change even one person's thinking - and I changed two - sometimes that has to be enough.
So, anyone looking to hire a sassy, passionate writer with media and political expertise, who can turn a phrase on a dime and leave it begging for more?
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