I quit my job. After 10 years with the same PR firm, I decided that the demands of raising three children and working (even part-time) was too much. In the spirit of avoiding all "too much" scenarios, I quit. It's been a month, and so far, it's been good to have the time to clean out a closet, a child's room, my file cabinet, the basement. But it also feels like coasting, which eventually will slow to an end.
We've literally been coasting more as well. Taking every opportunity to avoid burning gas, we coast whenever possible, and the other day my husband and I agreed on the best coasting line within our circles of travel. It lasts close to a mile, and if it weren't for this one four-way stop, it would probably go another quarter of a mile. Instead, it ends prematurely, and every time I land at that intersection, I wonder if I could just coast on through and not crash into another car.
So I don't know where my metaphorical coasting will end, but at present the windows are down, my hair is in the breeze, my foot is off the pedal, and it's really, really fun.
