the day after
quitting my job
up early
hoping to glimpse
the rising sun

Relief and hope. Fear and possibility. Sadness and excitement. These are just some of the mixed emotions I have been feeling after walking out on my position as a salon coordinator this past Friday. One emotion I have not experienced is regret. I left completely confident and decided in my decision. I cannot reveal the details of what lead to my sudden resignation--but let's just say I finally reached my breaking point and was compelled to leave for the sake of my own health and well-being.

So I am now on the threshold of a new beginning--of what I don't know. But for now, I am on the wagon of decompression. It is a time to walk more, read more, cook more, visit with my parents more, write more and just open myself up to peace and to possibilty.

Meanwhile, if anyone sees a help wanted ad for a "professional tanka poet", please give me a call!