The Quiet After the Storm: Finding My Voice 5 Months Into Retirement
A new haircut Tomorrow will be Thanksgiving. I'm assessing how I feel since leaving the building 5 months ago. When I walked out the door on July 1st. I was filled with joy and at the same time sadness. Joy in the fact that I feel more liberated from my day to day tasks of "work". As for the sadness, it's surreal. I've enjoyed the years of working and to finally "stop" with what I've been doing. And another feeling is also strange. Sadness. Surreal. Strange. (Three "S" notations.) Yes and no, I will not miss my colleagues or the work, but at the same time, I've elected to break free from the daily rigors of work to celebrate MY TIME at this stage in my life. I've been working since I was a preteen. This I can verify through SSA.Gov which tracks my first paycheck and tax deduction since I first started working. First time at Wimbledon! It was wonderful to clean my desk, take in my surroundings, and really take in the moment that I...