I left.

After 17 years, I left. I finally did the thing that I’d enviously read about other people doing for so many years. And now I’m one of those brave people who has walked away from the illusion of security called Corporate America to slow down and do something that matters to me.

The resignation–although a long time coming–was an abrupt decision. A neighbor said, “you should blog about this” so why not.

TBH, I am a little freaked out but in an excited energy kind of way. And while this was a bold step, it doesn’t leave us destitute. Far from it. It delays my husband’s dream to build my own. But what if it could make his dream a reality faster?

I don’t really know how this is going to unfold so why not start a blog. How much more cliché could it get than a woman who climbed the corporate ladder, not once but twice, only to say to heck with all of this, I want to make a career with my art?

So, pardon me while I wake up the sourdough starter, walk the meadow that I planted this past fall, and take a moment to breathe after holding my breath for so long. For I’ve read somewhere in the slow living is where you find the magic.