The Final Hours

Tis a glorious end to my career at Target 855. I am sad to leave the people, and even a little sad to leave the work. Cosmetics looks damn good. I almost cried today. I wonder if I will cry tomorrow. When did I become such a a sap? Over Target?

I’ve worked with some really great people. The winds of change are in the air. Everyone seems to be parting ways at the same time, confirming that it’s time for me to move. This is so natural. I’ve been released. Like Ben said… NEVER LOOK BACK. 

 

I haven’t been so excited to go on vacation since I was a little kid. I get to play. People don’t play enough. I get to see shiny cars and go to the big city. Why don't people not play more? Why do they talk themselves out of playing? Work is great, but work is not life. 

I’ve had restless nights overcome by the excitement that my life is filled with. I jump and scream and sing and shout. I have the best family!! I will be in Chicago in 36 hours!! YAYYYY!!!!!

I’m not even nervous about the new position. I’m going to learn this and own this and rock this. 

I have learned to live, and that’s more important than any job.