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Just looking at this gives me anxiety I finally did it and quit my day job. I've felt it's weight pulling me down with the gravitational force of a dying star for over a year. Time to move on. I've got the funds to float on while I look for something better (and perhaps put the tiny house plans into motion a bit prematurely). My colleagues will be greatly missed. So what is it that I used to do for a living?  Perhaps these work-related photos will shed light on the subject... (WTF Nuvi?) ...or perhaps not. Regardless, I look forward to having a functional brain again. Here are some lovely fortunes and parting words of wisdom:

My camera cannot quite capture the night's beauty The last full moon was the night of the 6th. I sat in the Dirt Patch in quiet contemplation and burned things that needed burning. A rather restorative exercise.

This is my version of release... The Rabbit skittered in and out of my life as quickly and quietly as you would expect a rabbit to do.  A sweet early morning specter nibbling the grass that disappears like the mist as the sun rises; lasting perhaps more than a season, but not two.  In these dealings with the ephemeral, one can only be grateful to take joy in what joy there was, learn lessons that still need learning, and keep moving forward with one's own life.  I originally created this sign for the Rabbit to serve as a beacon on a joyous occasion - to stand out in the sea of folks waiting for their friends, families, and loved ones to exit the airport terminals: The Dancing Rabbit I held it at midsection and was found.  It is perhaps 12" by 12", composed entirely of cut pieces of paper, and remains in the Rabbit's possession so far as I know. Now the early morning mist has dissipated, the specter is gone, but despite my clearing vision, I felt compelled to...