life sure takes you in odd directions sometimes.
but sometimes, I insist on taking life in an odd direction myself. just to prove a point.
I quit my job. I sight health reasons mostly, because I've been near constantly sick since I got back to Alberta.
from cancer scares, to relaxing, to more cancer scares, to an eventual diagnosis, to another cancer scare. it hasn't been the easiest year.
if you couple that with some extremely stressful and emotion things that I've had to tolerate (that I, for really good fucking reasons, don't speak about in a public forum, but those of you who are close know what I'm talking about), it's been one of the worst years I've ever had.
I never thought making the move back to Edmonton would be something I full out regretted. and for the last few months, I feared saying those words out loud.
but then I quit some people, and quit my job. and got new people, and new jobs (yes. plural) and I work 60-70-75 hours a week. and I'm tired. exhausted. sore as shit. but, I'm so proud. I'm so proud of the person who crawled out the other side was. it wasn't me a year ago, it wasn't me 5 months ago, but this new person, she's back to who she was before she got drug down the rabbit hole. and I missed her. I imagine you guys did too.
so far I'm cancer free, I'm gainfully employed. and I no longer consider uttering the words 'regret' and 'moving back' in the same sentence.
I'm exactly where I should be. Finally.