Big difference

Wednesday, I crossed the Rubicon; I told my employer that this would be my last year with them. I'll always be a member of the community, we both want that, very much; but after this year's over, I can't work there any more.

It was very hard to come to—and even more so, to act on—that decision. But now that it's done... I haven't felt this good in a very, very long time.

I still can't walk without a walker. Even with the walker, every once and a while I come way too close to falling down. I've got a lot of let's-not-talk-about-them below-the-waist dysfunctions. Oh, I can go on and on with the "what's not working" list...

And of course, there's gonna come a time, I'm gonna have to come up with a way to replace that income, and exactly how that's gonna happen has not yet revealed itself to me...

But I feel better. M.S. and all, it's a very, very, VERY big difference. To feel ... better. Who cares if the physical isn't better... I feel better.

And, y'know...

I'll take that.