Holding onto something mediocre is more difficult than finding something fabulous.

I've finally done it.

I quit my job.

Quit is such a harsh word, and what I did wasn't harsh, it was necessary.  For my family.  For my well-being.

So now I have some time on my hands to figure out what to do with myself.  I worked for the same company for almost seven years, and prior to that, I consistently worked (aside from my first semester at Marquette and a couple summers when I went to summer school).  Durining the weeks leading up to my last day, I doubted my decision.  I was good at what I did, why leave something familliar for the unknown?  My husband has kept me strong and assured (and reassured) me that this is a much-need, long-coming change,  that is not only for me, but for our family.

 I'm of course going to look for another job, and I'd like to say I will find the perfect career for me, but at this point I'd just like to find something that fits my skill that I am happy to wake up to every morning. 

In the meantime, I will be able to enjoy more time with my little guy, invest a little more time in my crafting, and get back a little of myself that may have gotten lost along the way.  With all this talk about time, hopefully it will now be on my side.