It's the End of My Job as I know It

Today is my last day as a full-time employee at my current fundraising job. After this I'll be working for them as a consultant to finish a few projects, but for the most part my time here has come to an end (and oh man do I want to make a Lord of the Rings reference there - "The time of Elves has come to an end..."). It's a mixed bag of emotions, as closing any chapter is, but it's amazing to me how clear I am that this is absolutely the correct decision. I am the ultimate second guesser - the seer of every side of a coin, a reveler in all shades of grey, and yet I sit here, a bit reminiscent and with regret at the direction I see this organization heading, but with no doubt - not a single one - that I am making the right choice.

HOORAY!!!

Tales from a Bedside Notebook

As an insomniac, I took to keeping a notebook by my bed years ago to help get out the anxiety filled loops that keep me up. I've slowly distilled what I write down to a few pithy sentences and since everything else that's consumed me lately has gone into my business' blog arena, I thought I'd share.

As seen in my notebook

1) I am a high functioning weirdo. I am at my most comfortable when around politicos, artists, cooks, homos, people who live/have lived in a bus, musicians, and most other fringe populations.

2) Why must my cats always pry open the bathroom door when I'm in there? I've always gone in for a strictly utilitarian purpose and they never look very pleased with what they found when they get in. Perhaps they dream solely of catnip behind closed doors.

3) Sleep - the final frontier. 5 am anxiety fueled freak out conquered for the moment. Light headedness in check. Nausea - quelled. Racing panicky thought, successfully shoved into the background. Success!

Hopefully the next round will be more interesting.

New Adventures

Well, it's going to be official soon. I've already given my boss notice that I'm looking for a new position and thanks to a very supportive significant other, I'm free to cement tomorrow that I'll be job-free as of August 28th. I'm really hoping to be rid of all the heartburn, nausea, nightmares and skin conditions that my current position has caused. FYI, stress sucks. The good news is that it turns out I'm pretty good at marketing and fundraising for nonprofits and artists, so I have a few projects on the horizons. I'd really, really like to not work a stifling 9-5 job for a few more months, so hopefully these consulting gigs will carry me through.