"Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessle's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever had." -- Tyler (Fight Club)

Tomorrow is the first day of my new life. At least it didn't take Tyler Durden holding a gun to my head to get me to do it. Although, if you've been reading, it may have felt like a gun to your head.

Today is the last day on the job. Last day of the cross-county commute. Last day in a cubicle. Last day in the rat race...for at least a little while. Hopefully forever.

I just got back from a farewell lunch with my coworkers. However I may have made it seem, they are nice people. I like them. (Of course, I can say that because none of the ones that I don't like were at lunch.) During the meal, they asked what I was planning to do and I told them. It came as a surprise to all because I haven't been advertising the fact that I will be playing poker full time. I was happy to find good responses and well wishes from each on them.

It turns out, everyone wishes they could take a similar chance. A chance at something that isn't in a corporate building. On something that they really enjoy and maybe love. I also realized that I can stay in touch with a few of the more likable people because they play tennis together several times each week. I've played with them a few time, too. So I'll try to meet up with them on the courts now and then.

More and more, I am sure it is the right thing for me to do. It starts tomorrow. But it seems like I've already been doing it for a while. I've certainly been preparing for a long time. Just a few more hours and no more alarm clock. Woo Hoo!

SEEYa