Exit…

Stage left.

Sadness is seeping in now, as I predicted it would. It struggles with frustration for domination. I let them tussle preferring to just stare at a blank wall, a computer screen, a crossword puzzle, nothing.
Quitting what I thought was a ‘calling’ leaves me in this ever-changing state. I fully expect denial, depression and hopefully acceptance to show up soon. It should be soon after all I was only six weeks into the job.

Six intense weeks.

Mending broken important connections, creating a team from resistance to tenuous connectivity, bridging the abyss caused by a decade of decay and questioning the unhinged logic that ignorance tries but can’t manage to dazzle and blind. Too many of the ‘sighted’ stand back flabbergasted at the buffoonery. Sleepless nights, that ‘sick’ feeling that something ‘just ain’t right’ and not getting the answers that would allow for peace and acceptance just more worry.
I wasn’t an answer to prayer.

God knows.

But I tried to do what was right.

I wonder what adventure will befall me next.
Operative word: befall.