Day 100.
yes. day 100. I want to keep typing that. day 100 day 100 day 100 day 100....
One day I'll write a HOF speech. This isn't it. I have a pretty good idea what it will be about and what I'll write. My biggest concern is leaving people out when I name names. There have been so many quitters on this site that have inspired me and made my quit tighter. I don't want to forget any one of them when it comes time to name names. But I know I will. And let me apologize ahead of time for that.
Today is my day. I knew in April that today would be special. That it would be a day for me to celebrate. As long as I was still quit when I got here, today would be a day to celebrate. I woke up early this morning and I was quit. The first thing my wife said to me wasn't "get up you fat shit" or "turn the alarm off." No - the first word out of her mouth this morning was congratulations. She had a smile on her face. She's not a morning person. But she was beaming. When my wife smiles she lights up a room. My actions made her smile like that. That makes me proud.
Yesterday one of my colleagues gave his 2-weeks notice. Today I learned that I'm taking responsibility for his team. Of all days to get that news, it's today. My Day. This is a day to celebrate.
It's raining right now, so the day isn't all rainbows and lollipops. But it's a pretty good fricken day.