Something unexpected has an interesting way of making things just seem... better.
This weekend I mulled over my future after being told I had two weeks left to work, then I would be on my own. I can't say that I didn't fully know this day would come. It just happened much sooner than I anticipated.
So as I planned my response to my soon-to-be-former employer (a generous offer of performing my own consultant work with the brands I had independently dealt with), and as I estimated the extent of my funds should I choose to strike out into the great unknown with the money I currently had in my bank (I think I determined my funds were secured somewhere between "you could buy a box of wine and milk it for 6 weeks" and "stop kidding yourself, you're broke as hell"), I swallowed the realization that my dream of being my own boss has been placed on my doorstep not unlike a box of congratulatory cake that had been aging for quite some time in its cardboard cave simply because I didn't know it was there.
Tomorrow I am making the first attempt to contact those very special, generous clients with my personal contact information. I would be lying to say I wasn't experiencing a fine cocktail of anticipation, excitement, and giddy fear, the kind that makes you laugh when you shouldn't. You know the kind. But overall, I think this is a move in the right direction. And considering my future goals and plans, I'm confident that this turn of fate will end up becoming the best thing that probably could have ever happened.
Here's to letting life find a way.