Soar.

Today is my last day. I resigned 2 weeks ago, and the day has finally arrived.

Despite the ridiculous catalyst which set things in motion, I believe I would have quit eventually. In fact I’m grateful that things happened the way they did, because it was the kick in the ass I needed to shed this molting skin.

I’ve been leaving this place for about a year now and I know I stayed far longer than I should have. Comfort makes one complacent, much like a cow. This fat lazy cow decided that it was easier to continue grazing in the same pasture, stepping through it’s own shit and mingling with the other fat lazy cows, than it was to look for greener pastures. The whole while not a single cow noticed that the field was being eaten bare, and the shit was beginning to pile up.

My parents didn’t raise me to be a fat lazy cow.

I feel aware today. I smell the green fresh-cut grass, I feel my tires on the road, I feel the beats pounding in my chest and I feel possibility kicking the shit off my feet. I’m aware of obstacles, real and imagined. Of the things I waited too long to do. I’m aware of how strong I can be, how aggresive and how patient. I’m aware that its time for a change and I see it in everything.

I’m not walking out of this job as a fat lazy cow. Instead, I’m going to soar right the fuck out of here with a smile on my face, wind at my back and two middle fingers pointed at anything that stands in my way of being happy.