The annual review with the Principal. This was it; no turning back. Waves of conflicting thoughts pulsed through my mind as I walked into her office. Hold to the plan, I told myself. What plan! Just a dream to reinvent myself on my terms. In that office, a core of establishment, of careful considerations and the promotion of right choices, I wavered. I was a fool to consider leaving. I would be a nobody, I would be unemployed! But that steady flame within swelled with the promise of making other choices. Calm ran through my veins like oil, soothing the agitation of my nerves. I heard myself resigning, and something not tuned to my conscious mind breathed a great sigh of relief.