I can leave anytime I want.
This second. In the next hour.
Tomorrow.
Next week.
Whenever I damn well chose to.
I used to think I couldn’t. I had to retire from here. That I had too much vacation too lose. That I couldn’t start over at 59 years old.
But you know what?
I can leave.
I’ll have to figure out vacation.
I can start over at 59.
I realized this today.
How freeing this is!
I used to think I didn’t want to leave the people I’ve worked with for forever. That I would cry for days.
But you know what?
I don’t care.
Fuck that.
I’ve been loyal to them for to long.
It’s time for me.
It’s time for me to let my light shine. To show who I really am. How smart I am and that I am capable of so much more than I’ve led on.
I want to start living for me.
Is this selfish?
You know what?
I don’t care.
It’s about time I become selfish and care about about myself.
What I want. What I need.
If I don’t no one else is going to.
Freedom.
I’ve been wanting to get that tattooed on my arm but didn’t know why.
Now I do.
I can leave and give myself freedom.
I can leave.
What a beautiful thought.