The first step towards my freedom, was getting fired from my desk job…

I figured if I got fired, I wouldn’t have to put in a 2 weeks notice, and if my plan for my new career bombed, the unemployment checks would pay my rent! After 6 years with the company, I knew my boss pretty well, so pushing his buttons would be easy. My desk had been cleared out, the PC was wiped clean of all my personal junk and a brand new, professional resume was already floating around town.  During the previous weeks I was prepping the new girl, (without her even knowing) on when to water the plants, how to take care of the office dog (boy I miss him) and handle the stress!

For the last year there, life had become pretty much a ground hog day. The job I had loved for many years was now more like an anchor. After sharing custody of our dogs for 4 years, the decision was made to let my ex (who´s job was transferring him) take our precious fur babies with him to another state in order to keep them together. Weeks later, my eldest dog had to be put down, 2 of the hardest decisions of my life. The crowded and loving one bedroom home I loved, had now became very quiet and lonely. My only salvation was my martial arts, which I religiously attended at least 4 times a week.  It was time to make a move!!!

Since obtaining my one yacht client over the holiday weekend, I was feeling pretty confident that fateful Tuesday morning. The boss and I had been at odds for a while, not really sure why, but there was no time like the present to act. I asked for a meeting and within 10 minutes, I was jobless. I proudly collected my purse, flashed the surveillance camera a final smile and walked out like a boss!!

As I sat down in my car, every bit of attitude I had had, melted away, and all I could see was a giant, florescent sign flashing loudly in my head that said……..¨what have you done¨?


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