Tea and Tarot
I thought about quitting my job for a few months before I did it. I was never fully satisfied there, but I thought that it was a perfectly good job to have while I lived in Bloomington and finished my novel. It provided a good income, I had great benefits, I loved my co-workers. The work was fine. But that was okay. I could have kept a job with all those pros where the work was "just fine."
It started to change for me in December. I began having daily panic attacks in the office - hands shaking, fingers going ice cold, chest tightening. I dreaded going back to work on Friday evenings before I even enjoyed my weekend. I developed a brown rash on both sides of my stomach that no ointment would cure. My tipping point came in mid-February. I was trying to go to sleep on a Sunday night, ill from thinking about work, and knew that I couldn't get through the week without some kind of reprieve. The next morning, I emailed my boss that I would be taking the next week off work. In any other situation, I couldn't have imagined taking off for an entire week with such short notice. I spent the next week doing what I loved - baking, drinking, and writing - and gaining the courage to leave my job.
I'd be lying if I said that EATING ELSEWHERE was born from quitting my job. EATING ELSEWHERE has been brewing for over two years now, since Justin and I traveled through Europe with one of our best friends. Justin and I have always planned our vacations around restaurants, bakeries, and food carts and when we talk about our trips, the food we ate is a vivid part of our recollections. Eating, baking, and cooking are significant for me, not only because I love to eat. For about five years now, baking has helped me cope with severe anxiety, depression, and disordered eating.
- More on Friday, April 7 -