I dodged the boulder. It went rolling past me. I gathered up my backbone, and thumped the papers on my boss's desk and resigned. Of course, that was over 2 months ago. Only in the last two weeks have I begun to experience freedom. What I can't quite escape is the feeling that I need to check in with (former) customers to see if "we" did their projects correctly. I can't imagine that those projects went at all well... but I can do nothing about it - and it is not my problem anymore. Still and all... I left them without saying anything. I just disappeared. Which was what I was told to do. Now, if I contact these people it could be construed as violating a non-compete clause. (mistype it as non-complete cause - starts to become poetry)

So the next step is... find that lost aspect of myself. Begin to enjoy my brain and find my creative soul again. I have spent too many years plodding along. I am dulled. I am witless. But I see glimmers of my former self. I am beginning to let me shine through again. I can immerse myself in "Lear," or Ginsberg's poetry. I can read. I can think.

This just might be a really good time!