Yeah, so, I was wondering when it would actually hit me, when I would realize we're shutting down the company and the routines and conveniences I've built into my current life are less than two weeks from being over.
I was okay when I told Doyle. Well, mostly okay: a brief tearing but that was all. I was okay when I told the person we're subletting the offices from we were shutting down the office. I was okay when I posted the office furniture for sale, and had people come to look at the desks. Who knew selling four desks would be so difficult?
I was okay when I told people at the Mischief EYE. I was okay when I told my mom.
I was not okay today. Too much time to think about it, not enough focus on the projects I want to complete in the next fews weeks.
Doyle was good enough not to say anything until the moment had passed. "Don't look at it as the end. It's the start of a new beginning," were his words of wisdom when he finally did say something.
Yep. Close one door. Open another.
A new adventure.