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  • The last day of September was a full moon. Astrologers were calling it the Monster Moon because of its potential for shocking news and upsetting interactions.

    I slept in and was late to work. This tipped my co-worker over the edge and she decided to shoot some truth bullets about how she'd been feeling. Every time I worked with her she was angry because I was late. She'd asked the co-op coordinator to talk to me about my 'work ethic'. The way I closed up shop wasn't good enough. And this had been coming for a long time.

    I lost myself in tears. My rational self was sitting behind my eyes, watching this awful interaction unfold. My co-worker told me to take a break. I stood in the courtyard staring at the back gate. That's when I decided to run. I went inside, got my bag, unlocked my bike and stuck my head into the shop: I'm quitting. Bye!

    On the way to my friends' house I invented a new type of crying called 'crycling' (crying while cycling) and told myself what a loser I was for walking out on my job. But there was also a note of triumph in the way I pedalled my bike. Today, I'm the boss of my own life.
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