No looking back
Well, I did it. I'm done at the bakery, I've submitted my new insurance information, and I am now officially a full-time freelance writer.
Last night was my last day at the bakery, my last day as a bread slinger, pie wrangler, and muffin maven. I was getting ready to leave and drive home a woman who lives near me, when told her tonight was going to be a fun ride home. Her initial thought was that I was going to be all giggly and buzzing because I was leaving. No, I told her, the ride home was going to be fun because my rearview mirror fell off my windshield and was dangling by its wires. It looked something like this:
She laughed and said it was a very appropriate malfunction because for my life right now, there is no looking back. "So if you're not looking back," she said, "Why would you need a rearview mirror?"
(I'm fairly certain the police wouldn't buy this logic if I got pulled over, but I was prepared to use this line if it should happen.)
Right now, I'm scared. And exhilarated. And not a little in shock.
Although my rearview mirror is now fixed (super glue, not duct tape, for once), there is still no looking back.








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