"There's Only Two Things In This Life I Hate: Heights and Jumping From Them."

I'm not a leaper. I don't jump off things, I have no desire to sky dive or bungee jump and I dislike the feeling of falling even when I'm strapped in to a roller coaster. And I don't take leaps of faith.

My "leap"of faith often involves standing with my toes near the edge and thinking. Then I may move one foot until my big toe hangs over the edge and think some more. Then I move my foot back and keep thinking... This goes on for a while- Branden will tell you he feels it goes on for too long with too much thinking. By the time I've decided whether or not to leap, it's often too late to leap. Either that or I've thought of all the bad things never leap because I was too scared. Very few times in my life have I just leaped.

But today I leaped. I turned in my two-week notice at work. On Wednesday I found an ad on Craigslist, on Thursday I interviewed and was offered the job, on Friday I decided to accept the job... And today I quit. The thing is, I'm taking a pay cut BUT I'll be working at a cake shop and there are opportunities for advancement.

I am TERRIFIED. What if we can't make ends meet? What if I just made a terrible mistake? What if... All the other what-ifs out there.

One thing that I've avoided talking about on here, though, is how miserable I am at work... How rude my boss is to me and how she talks about me behind my back. I don't mention that no matter how hard I work or how happy a customer is with their cake, I have still done something wrong in her eyes and she will immediately insult me after I get a compliment. I haven't told you about the girl I snapped at in June who hasn't spoken to me since and who goes out of her way to make my job harder. I have purposely left out all the bad days that I cried on the way home and all the times that I've had to bite my tongue. I haven't said anything about all of that.

So today I leaped. I'll either fall or fly but either way, I've left the edge and I'm on my way to wherever I'm going. In the immortal words of Rizzo the Rat: "God Save My Little Broken Body!"