At four, I left my machines re-installing the operating systems and I turned in my tags and cards and fobs at reception. I took possession of the NDA I signed seven years ago. When I walked out, the door clicked behind me. A voice inside started screaming in horror.
At Redmond Town Center, I walked along shelves of books and games and toys, wondering who I was now. Was there something I could buy that would redefine me?
As I left, there was a rainbow.
Congratulations and good luck as you start your new life!
Yay, free at last!
Was there something I could buy that would redefine me?
I’ve felt this way so many times, I cannot describe it. Although now I find myself wanting to get rid of things to redefine myself, which is an entirely alien feeling.
*hug* So proud of you.
I hadn’t realized I’d gotten into the habit of thinking that way, since I’m not a collector usually. But I think it’s part of the unhappy-and-wellpaid mindset I’d learned. Externalizing my self. For so long I’ve identified myself as ‘the one with the income’. And now I’ve thrown that all away…