February is coming. Tomorrow, actually.
If you’re a long time reader of this blog, you might be familiar with my psychotic and superstitious relationship with February and it’s annual curse.
There is no coincidence for me that I am taking a blind leap off of the employment cliff during the first week of February.
It is a declaration, even if a subconscious one timed by the entire universe and fate, that:
FEAR HAS NO POWER OVER ME.
(Every time you say that, all of David Bowie’s windows shatter… it’s fun.)
I’m not naive enough to think that my anxiety and depression are going to be gone because I decided to quit a job.
I only know that I can’t keep letting them have the last laugh.
After all. I’m a lot bigger than those guys.