Rainy Days

I recently quit my job. In the next couple of days or weeks or months, for sure things will be a whole lot different. But this is the exact definition of life. It is all about change; nothing permanent. I can talk all day about how I feel and you would understand how bent and broken I am but none of that matters. In my 27 years of existence, I learned that starting a new chapter of your life does not always include a graceful posse and you feel all guarded and secure- that you know where you are headed to. Mostly, moving on means you are on your own now and the road you are about to traverse can either be too narrow or too wide for you. I don't know what mine is going to be but the one thing that I am sure of is that I left my old world because it has become too minuscule for me. I may have had a momentary tiff with myself whether I did what is best for me. But... How do you know what is "best" anyway?