I must be crazy.  I lost my job two weeks ago, and yet I am the picture of calm and happiness.  I'm finding the stress that I faced at work is gone, and it was more horrendous than I ever realized.

Picture this - I was on Cymbalta for anxiety.  As soon as I lost my job, I stopped the med cold turkey.  Granted, that wasn't the wisest thing I could do, but I no longer had health insurance to continue them or visit my doctor to slowly wean myself off.

It was a rough ten days.  Someone referred to the withdrawal symptoms as "brain zaps", which I think fit perfectly.  Kind of like my neuro-connectors weren't connected, and were reaching out to find the right one to connect to.  Weird feeling.  But, now that the zaps are gone, and meds are out of my system, I am so relaxed, happy, content, busy - all of the good things I haven't been for the past year.

Sure - I'm worried about money and finding a job.  But I find small victories where I can (thank you, Stephen).  The freebies or next-to-freebies I've picked up off of craigslist.  The volunteering I do at the animal shelter.  The impromptu dinners at a friend's house.  Watching my cats play and enjoying their company.

I'd like to ride this attitude for a while.  Find things that simply make me happy.  Hopefully I will lose some weight and take better care of myself.  And even better - find a job that satisfies me.  One where I can do some good or make a difference to someone or something - human, animal, Earth.

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