Last night after returning from dinner, I inexplicably and suddenly began to wonder when my quit-aversary/”alyson’s independence day” was coming up. A few short minutes of searching emails later, and my answer was that very day! Severe spidey-tingling on my part. So Steve and I broke out the good stuff (a barrel-aged Manhattan for me, Pappy Van Winkle for Steve) and toasted to one of the best decisions I ever made. The life of the self-employed can be frustrating, but good god it feels so much better than being stuck in an office.
And a sincere thank you to anyone who has come out to a show, bought a print, or brainstormed meat puns with me. Onwards!!
