Goodbye

I finally did it. I quit and my last day is a week from today. That's 9 more hours of work, but who's counting? I got what I needed out of JC, and now it's time to get out. They haven't given me much of value for a long time, and I have nothing left to give them. I got into it to try on a career in nutrition and fitness, to see what it would be like to consult people on doing what I did to lose weight, get fit and feel strong. I'm grateful to my instincts for telling me to ease in, to get something related that wouldn't commit me to anything, because it turns out it's not the field for me.
I'll miss a few of my clients. There are ones who will be successful and ones who won't, and they know who they are as well as I do. I'm not as bitter as I thought I would be to leave, but I'm excited. I won't know what to do with all the free time I'll have only working 40+ hours a week, down from 48 or so. I have lofty dreams of gym time with set training schedules, time to read and go to bed at the same time every night, cooking dinner instead of carrying it with me all day to nuke between clocking out at one job and in at another. Knowing me I'll probably get restless, just doing one job everyday, but I'll have more time to keep myself motivated and interested in other things, too. I'll miss the tiny cakes, though. And the Mac & Cheese.