2005-07-16 - 2:32 p.m.

Yesterday, I simply walked out of work in the middle of my shift and told one of my co-workers to let the boss know that I'm not coming back. I left no explanation; I just left. I've been working there for over a year.

I feel free and content and unfettered over this sudden change. I feel like life has slowed down and opened up, revealing a soft underbelly and a preciousness that comes from taking ones time. I have no plan, no idea where I'll be working next, and don't know how I'll get money until then. Still, I am relaxed, knowing that it will all work out -- it usually does for me. For instance, a couple of weeks ago, my car was totalled because a girl about my age didn't see me and failed to yield. Not only did I get to skip work that day and the day after, I'm also currently driving a Sexy Silver Car, a rental, and will be driving it until the insurance company gives me money to buy a new car.

I finally feel like a real human being again. I am an irresponsible sage, riding the tumultous parts of life like gigantic waves in the ocean, and refusing to come down.

I am slowing down, I am taking my time. I am savoring what there is to be savored, and allowing myself to be amused rather than irritated at the less pleasing parts of life. I am no hurry to get back into a rut.

The boyfriend and I have decided to leave on a spontaneous roadtrip today. We're going to California to swim and go shopping in San Francisco and see Willie Wonka at an IMAX theater and we won't be back until Monday.