I know I’ve been quiet.  Very very quiet.

Why?

I’ve been thinking.  Debating.  Arguing.  Arguing with God.  More debating.  More thinking.

It’s no secret that I want to come home, that I think my calling is in the home, and that I’ve really had a hard time not being able to fulfill what I think I should be doing.

Today?  I quit my job.  Actually, I put in notice – my last day will be late November.  My hopes are that we’ll be able to train someone to replace me in that time (the wheels of HR move very slowly.)

I’m exhilarated and terrified and my head is pounding and I’m nervous, scared, anxious, what if…  what if… what if…  but know…  The deep down know…  that I’m doing what’s right for me and my family.  I’ve told my boss.  HR has been contacted.

I will be doing freelance projects and stuff.  From home (HA!), which will hopefully gear up in earnest in January.

Wow.

But the reason for the quiet was the internal debate and questioning.  I had to go inward for a bit to determine what I needed to do, what God wanted me to do, and what my family needed for me to do, and how to then make that all work together both mentally and financially.

The most immediate benefit though?  Spending more than an hour a day with my children.