not a sandra bullock movie

I gave two weeks notice at my job today. 

There are many, many things influencing my decision to leave (like having gypsy blood) but in short, everything that's happened in the last few months has brought me to this tipping point.

I'm not leaving TCM for another desk job or even a traditional job, for that matter. (No, I'm not becoming a professional runner.)

I will, however, be predominately working for myself. And I'm terrified in the holycrapholycrapholycrap kind of way when you know you're taking a big leap. And I'm excited. At the risk of sounding trite, I know I'm being called to do something bigger than what I have been doing. To him who is able to do immeasurably more than we ask or imagine...

Want the full scoop? Let's go for a run. Or froyo. 

PS- If you just glossed over the picture at the beginning of this post, go back and read it. Twice. 


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