Not at all hair related... like all the way off topic

I didn’t quit my job…

my job quit me…

…And I said, thank you very fucking much.

After the tears are wiped away and the bruised ego starts to heal and the self doubt slowly turns into knowing your self worth, and the revelation that things could always, always be worse.  You're then able to say...Thank you for giving me back time. 
Yes. Time. 

Time seems to be the only thing we can’t actually get back, but, you sorta can. Meaning, when you are so used to a routine. Work. Home. Work — *repeat*. You’ve already used the time for the months, weeks and days to come, you already know the time you will spend, it’s as if it’s already accounted for. 
You already know that you are going to have a 60+hr work week, 
You already know you will bring work home. 
You already know that you never really “turn work off”. 
So from that perspective, and that perspective alone, when your job quits you. Yes. You get time back. You get the time back that you where too rational, too cautious, too responsible to take on your own. So when your job quits you, you say, thank you very fucking much for giving me back time.

The biggest question is what do you do with this new found time.
What do you do with this new found time, without the paycheck? Right the whole money part of it.
Well when there’s a little thing called severance it makes it a little easier to say fuck it I’m going to give myself some time to figure shit out. 
And...
If figuring shit out means waking up everyday at 11am, so be it. 
If figuring shit out means not using your brain at all and just binging on reality TV, so be it. 
If figuring shit out means reflecting on what you want even if it seems far fetched, so be it. 
If figuring it out means dancing every night of the week to free your spirit, so be it. 
If figuring it out means partying your heart out till 6 in the morning, so be it. 
If figuring it out means eating everything in sight until your belly is stuffed, so be it. 
If figuring it out means throwing caution to the wind and traveling clear across the world, several times, so be it. 

Things happen.
Things happen for a reason.
You might not ever know exactly what the reason is but, that’s ok because it kinda doesn't even matter.  All that’s needed is knowing that there’s a reason. Once you accept that there’s a reason, you move on. You move on and you live.

You live in color, you live in black and white and everything in between.

So as I figure shit out with my new found time, 

I say, thank you, thank you very fucking much.