Zatera Ul

I’ve quit my job; my last working day was last Friday, and on Saturday I crammed all my work stuff into the car and hauled it over to the office. So that’s why I was so busy last month. I gave my notice at the beginning of the month, and then spent all of May trying to finish up all the things I wanted to get done before I left. I feel satisfied that I accomplished the things that I wanted to accomplish, and left my project in good shape. I left because I had prayed for a long time about when the right time to leave my job would be, and it seemed that the end of May was the answer I got.

My work there is finished.

The process of quitting was a little like dying, though. A few months ago I read through most of Kubler-Ross’s On Death and Dying. She noticed that the dying tend to be in the process of detaching themselves from the bustling affairs of the nondying. I felt that the last few months. My coworkers had have to think longer-term about their projects and the new projects they were trying to start up, while I was winding down my contributions to a single project and looking ahead to a whole new freedom.

I have plenty of projects to occupy my time. First of all, I need to get my household in better order; we will be moving next month. With the drop in income, I’ll be spending more time plugging the money leaks at home. Then, I have a few ideas in mind for starting a microbusiness of my own. Actually, I have very many ideas bubbling up in my mind like a pot starting to boil over. The past month of turning down the creative heat so I could finish my job well was rather painful. But I am free now.

I have another project in OLC. She wants me to read and read and read to her. She is picking up new words very quickly now. Also, she has figured out that words I’m reading are the words on the page, and she has decided that she wants to learn her letters, too. First she picked up O, all on her own, and in the past week or so has followed that with A, T, and Q. It looks like she is now learning M, N, S, K, and B. She studies her Dr. Seuss alphabet book quite seriously. Both MFH and I were quite surprised when she pointed to the Q and said, “Q!” though. MFH learned to read at a ridiculously early age, before he turned three, and it looks like his daughter may turn out the same.