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Happy Change

Currently my two favorite words in the english language are "severance package."  After waiting for MONTHS to hear what the selection process would be, I heard exactly what I wanted to: if you choose to not apply for a job in the new organization, you are eligible for a package.  The timing of leaving (may not be till the end of the year) and dinero details won't be known for a while yet, but by this time next week it will be clear that I've chosen to de-select myself.  Thank you very, very much.  
It will take a while to have awkward conversations, hash out details, etc before it can all truly sink in, but already I'm beginning to feel like this:

(this picture is a few years old and was originally one of about a thousand that I took of myself for my venture into online dating--a subject for another post--but still quite accurately depicts the sense of joy I'm beginning to feel)

Severance, from the infinitive to sever, is much too violent a term for what I'm opting for.  Mercy package would be a better term.  Or, if we're really spelling it out: No excuses not to write package.  

Time to start planning my exit party!!!

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  1. Ha! Seems funny to say but Congratulations. And happy writing.

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  2. Thanks Nate! It will be a well-earned congrats when it finally all unfolds. Happy writing to you, a whale and a town need you!

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