On leaving

6 06 2010

On Friday I packed up my desk and said goodbye to a job. As I walked out into the evening my perspective was so compressed that all I could think of was getting home with my cardboard box of papers and tealeaves and sitting down. And then maybe being unconscious for a while.

Yesterday I was in a daze, doing usual weekend things and letting my mind skitter around the edges of the idea that I could start to let go. But I’ve held on so tight for so long that I couldn’t quite comprehend it.

Today, I’ve realised that tomorrow I don’t have to go there.

Or the next day.

Or the next day.

Or even the day after that.

It’s quite simple when you look at it like that, isn’t it?




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