One Foot in Front of

I don't know why I don't feel any different today. Aren't we supposed to feel like a giant weight has been lifted off of our shoulders when we QUIT OUR JOB? The decision is made, the notice given, the desk cleaned out, the goodbyes said.

But I feel no different than I did two weeks ago, a month ago, or even last year.

Surprised ya, didn't I?

On Thursday of last week, I knew that my time at my two-day-a-week job was done and it was time to move on. When the gut nods its head in agreement with a decision, I have found that I must listen or pay the consequences.

Ms. Gut once popped a bleeding ulcer in order to get me out of something, thus saving my life by almost creating the need for removal of nearly half my stomach.

I didn't automatically become a gut listener after that event, but over time, I have learned to see that there is more wisdom in this body than there is in all social conventions combined. I am willing to step off the cliff and risk a rocky landing in order to follow the path that seems to be mine, rather than to feel safely nestled in what most would say was a wonderful set of circumstances in my job.

So now what???

Tune in next week to find out:

Does Carol decide to become a television-watching, bonbon-eating housewife?

Or does she lead a march of of hundreds of thousands against all things harmful to earth and humankind?

Does Carol become a prolific gardener, accomplished cook, perfect housekeeper, and sexy, doting wife?

Or does she leave home for months on end, exploring the highest peaks and most remote mountain villages?

Ahhhhhh.... the possibilities...