So yesterday I quit my job.

Ok, I suppose that isn’t totally true since I am sitting here in my office surrounded by paperwork that needs to get done. But I did have a strangely surreal talk with my bosses yesterday who, after the initial shock of it all, were very kind. As most of you know, I’ve been bitten by the restless bug. There’s been a change brewing in the air for quite a while now and I just haven’t been able to put my finger on it. Then, things sort of crystalized and I realized that I wanted to try something different. What is that you ask? I have no idea. All I know is I’m not happy where I am so I’m going to go somewhere else.

I know this is slightly crazy but I’ve always been one to leap first and look later. I mean, I enrolled at Lewis & Clark law school without a visit or even the foggiest idea of what Portland was like and now, I love it. It was one of the best leaps of faith I have ever made. I think sometimes you just have to resign yourself to the hands of something greater and believe the best will happen.

Actually. I am seriously toying with the idea of hanging out my own shingle and taking a stab at the law firm of McLaughlin and Associates. Of course, there wouldn’t be any other associates so I guess it’d be called Law Office of Christine McLaughlin. Not a bad ring, eh? But that’s all down a very long road. Right now, I have to figure out how to close down four years of work and put years of knowledge onto paper and into files.

One of my favorite authors, Anne Lamott, once said life is like driving at night. You can only see as far ahead as your headlights but you can make the whole journey that way. So right now, I can see about six feet of road. Once I’m through that distance, I’ll move on to the next.

And yes, I will post every square foot of my journey here. Anyone want a lift?