December Ellis

Happy Uncertainty

If you would’ve told me a year ago that I was going to quit my nine to five job so I could write poetry and build my dream home, I would have laughed and told you not to let the elevator door hit you on your way out. I came into the finance world at the age of twenty-two and only had one goal in mind; early retirement. For a few years I didn’t waver in my life plan. I’d start the day with a hot coffee, maybe a few minutes of friendly conversation and banter in the office break room, then I’d let the four pale cubicle walls consume me for twelve hours a day as the chorus of keyboard typing, and phone receivers clicking rang in my ears.