Extra-curricular

Following my bliss into a new line of work feels a bit like having an affair. There's a definite sense of getting away with something at least vaguely illicit. I've traded the secure and steady for the unknown and uncertain; the routine for an unpredictable future. The best part is I risk only my pay check - not my relationship with my adorable and supportive husband. It lacks the whole destructive and hurtful part, so I'm liking it.

Just jump

I've done it. I quit my job to pursue a new career as a Pilates instructor. I'm elated and terrified. Rebecca R., longtime friend and poker buddy, celebrated her birthday today by jumping out of an airplane. No shit, she really did! I feel as if I too just jumped. So here I am, waiting to see if my 'chute opens.