Gone: To Be Clear – Ch. 7

The next day, I did something crazy.

It was sunny again. As I peeled open my eyes, I decided the sun was so rude. I never invited it in, but it always barged through my window like an unwanted and overzealous relative.

I sluggishly rolled over to silence the air horn coming from my phone. The alarm wasn’t a pleasant sound to wake up to, but I learned that if I didn’t have an obnoxious alarm, I would not wake up at all. Regardless, given my hate for mornings, most of the time my phone was lucky to survive.

As I slung my legs over the bed, I made a decision. That decision was clear to me, however, I wasn’t sure how I would survive – or how I would keep my mom from killing me.

Dressed in my business casual best, I made my way to the office. I could feel my chest tighten and my stomach in knots. My anxiety thickening the closer that I got. I parked my car in the corner under the maple tree. It was one of the further spots from the front door, but I liked the shade in the summer.

At only 9 a.m., the sun was blazing. I could feel sweat already starting to pool on my skin. As the door swung open in front of me, Cheryl welcomed me with her bright white smile. She was beautiful, a second mom to me. I said good morning and gave my best smile attempt back. I then placed my things in my locker and made my way to my desk.

How would I do this, how was I going to quit my job. I no longer wanted to do something that didn’t serve my life. This job was not a career. It was a one stop shop on my career path that was a short-term solution. I had never wanted to be an administrative assistant, and at 30 years old, it was not what I wanted to do.

I worked a full day that day, and with shaky hands I handed my boss my letter of resignation. Despite the disappointment clearly written on his face, he granted me my final two weeks at Sierra Gray Law Group. With that I collected my things from my locker and made my way out the door.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I was done being unhappy. No one was going to define my happiness again. By blind faith, I took a leap that I otherwise would have never been able to take.