My package for separation from the Air Force has been turned in to the appropriate parties. I have requested a Date of Separation of March 2, 2007. And now we wait to see if it will be approved or not. And we also will now start actually meaning it when we say things about "sticking to a budget" and "trying to save money" and "not buying designer purses and shoes every few weeks". Because holy crap I may be completely out of a job in 7 months.
Honestly though, as many of you have pointed out, this is a decision that has been a long time coming and I think all along I knew what my ultimate choice would be. I'm just the type of girl that needs plenty of encouragement and shoulder patting along the way--which pretty much explains why I blog to begin with! Who me? Craving attention? Surely not...
Anyway, it's kind of strange how life seems to be coming together for me lately. In fact, I've been kind of afraid to mention it because I've been convinced that if I talk about it too much it will all vanish into thin air. I've always been this way about good news--hoarding them to myself for fear that if I share too much and show that I'm too happy Someone Somewhere will decide that I'm just not worthy and take it all away. Apparently my outlook on life was shaped by all of those Greek tragedies I read in my childhood.
In news that will shock and surprise probably no one, Colby and I have been discussing, pretty seriously, a positive reconciliation. As I've said before, we had decided to remain friends after the breakup and a couple of months ago I started to wonder just how much I really believed that we were "just friends". After a number of dramatic monologues on my part we decided that a visit would be in order to see how things would be in person. The visit took place a couple of weeks ago, and in my opinion was quite satisfactory. I think if you were to ask him he would probably agree, though the lack of green chile chicken enchiladas was duly noted. We've been talking regularly since then and I admit that I'm feeling very good about the direction we're taking. ::Cue thunder strike and lightening bolt from a jealous Zeus::
So, there. I've gone ahead and shared my good news and probably without doubt you can expect a tearful post from me in a matter of weeks lamenting the sorry state of my life with a healthy ration of tears, angst, and discontent. "Tomorrow Is Another Day...: Your one stop shop for mental illness!!"