In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
This experience is maybe not the most surreal I’ve had (surreal: having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre). Waking up from a coma was pretty bizarre, some experiences i’ve had with my homeless clients are outrageous, and the whole pregnancy thing was pretty out there (for me),
This one is so something completely new: I turned in my notice at work. So much of my identity is tied up as a social worker with homeless addicts. I’ve done it for 10 years, and thought I’d spend my whole adult life spirit. I know I can go back, it’s just not how I pictured. For better or worse, who I’m becoming is not who I thought I’d be. So far, I think it’s for better.