That's right folks, I lost my job. Not like oh-it's-lost-and-I-can't-find-it, but I was let go. I was laid off. I was cut. I am no longer working. There is no easy way to say it...or type it. Add that to my list of stresses.
I cried a little bit during my "exit interview" though I held it together while I packed 5 years of my work life into a box (which I totally forgot about an entire drawer - my oatmeal must feel so left behind). I lost it when I got home. The hubs hugging me while I was totally shaking and crying in his arms.
This fucking sucks.
Driving home was surreal. This was a drive that I've done for over 5 years. Good news - I don't have to deal with the stupid toll road increases anymore...or gas prices. Ha! I can't afford them anymore! My intestines started hurting almost immediately; it's a distinct, sharp pain. I had to drive while putting pressure on my lower stomach. My kidneys hurt, could be all the wine I had last night - yeah, that's probably it.
Now it's time to get my mind right; it hasn't been "right" for a couple months now. I'm not really the same person since Melanoma forced itself into my life. I can use this time to learn how to relax, maybe meditate or some shit like that. I don't want to spend time being sad, I've already done enough of that over the last 6 months. I'd rather spend time looking forward to a new chapter in my life...spending time getting back to ME. Everything happens for a reason.