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On Tuesday I left my job. I've never felt happier, apart from when I finally had the stabalizers taken off my bike when I was a kid and felt the exhilaration of leaning into a corner for the very first time.

I've granted myself a few days off to reflect, spend some quality hometime and look forward to starting my new job on Monday. I had plans, nothing severe - maybe a haircut, get out and about looking for the most appeasing route to cycle to work, experimental cookery, improving my juggling, moving some furniture, chasing leaves in the park.......but so far I've managed very little. I don't care. For the first time I've left a place of work with the next step in place, therefore leaving no guilt to have to quash by pretending that carrying out some menial tasks at home will save me from recognising I'm really just wasting my time. I love it!

I'm heading out into the cold to brave the shops and buy some ingredients for tonight's supper - and that's it. A homely feel to my day as darkness draws in, the warm delight of my girlfriend's company later on and the promise of more carefree living tomorrow.

Change. It's good!