I resigned from my position at the bank several weeks ago, Friday was officially my last day. Today was to be my first day getting to work as a properly self-employed person. I’m still working out what that means.

For me, today, it meant calling in sick.

I thought it a smart move to use what benefits I had while I could, and had my wisdom teeth removed on Thursday, which turned out to be a much bigger deal. I don’t know what I expected, but I kinda thought I’d be up and about in a day or so. It seemed so straightforward. Routine surgery, right?

Sure, my dentist proscribed me a small pharmacy’s worth of medication, and I understood that the antibiotics should be continued until complete, but the instructions said I should take the pain medication “if needed”. All things considered I’d felt great the past few days. Pain? Pfft. A trifle.

Turns out the reason I’d been feeling so great is because I’ve been taking Tylenol 3, not because I’ve recovered wonderfully. I’m fine, and things are going as they should, but I’m not better. Yet.

I took my antibiotics in the morning, but didn’t bother with anything else. The pain, by noon, was in fact blinding, and I was forced to take pain medication and have a nap. So, that was a bit of a setback.

I did a little self-editing in the morning and started a review, but it seems I’m going to need more recovery time before I can begin in earnest.

It feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this, but it seems worth waiting a few extra days until I know I can properly function as a human being before berating myself for not GTD.

My first day as my own boss and I had to call in sick. At least I know I wasn’t faking it.

At the end of May my husband and I went to Paris for two weeks. This is my favourite picture of me from that trip. I really dig the beret, and it didn’t bother me a bit that I was the only person in Paris wearing one.

We’re still working on sorting through the pictures (Drew took over a thousand of them). It’s a beautiful city. I may post a few more here in the coming weeks.

The other big new? I quit my job.

On Friday I handed in my formal resignation from my role as a senior business analyst for a major Canadian bank. I gave them three weeks’ notice, everything should be organized by then.

There were a number of reasons why I quit, but highest among them was that I wasn’t happy.

I’d worked for the company for six and a half years, steadily moving up as the years went on, and while I often enjoyed my time there, it wasn’t what I really wanted to be doing.

It’s finally become financially feasible for me to quit the corporate life and go freelance. No, we didn’t win any lotteries, just got our affairs in order so I can pursue my dream career: writing.

At the moment I don’t have any clients lined up (I know, I must be crazy, right?), this is something I’ll be working on for the next few weeks while I still have a paycheque.

It’s a little scary, but exciting, too. I feel fairly prepared, but at the same time I don’t know what’s in store. I have so much to learn. I’ll blog it as I go.