No more 8:30 meetings that last 2 hours, sometimes more and say the same thing over and over. No more 4:30 meetings telling me what a crappy job I'm doing. No more to-do lists that have 25 plus things on it that I can never quite get through. No more tears (over this). No more stress (related to this). No more feeling like a hamster trapped in a wheel performing the definition of insanity.
Yesterday I got laid off. And I should be upset. I should be devastated by it. But I'm not. Not even a little bit. I can't even muster a little regret up. It was so obviously not the place for me. And I was there simply because it was a job that paid me. I cannot even begin to describe you the weight I felt was physically lifted off of me when they told me.
I have a few ideas of what I'm going to do. A few plans I want to try to get going. Mostly I'm going to enjoy these last three months of pregnancy and take this time to ready my house for the arrival of Mr. Jackson. I'm fully aware at some point I will probably have a freak out about the fact that I don't have a job, but hubby and I are on the same page. We both feel this is the best thing that could have happened. When I'm stressed so is he and removing the source of stress is good for both of us. We are going to be okay. Actually better than okay. We are going to be great. I just feel it. So congrats to me for getting out of the rat race for a little while! Think I'll go eat some bon-bons in celebration.