Tomorrow, at this time, I will leave my employer of 15 years and walk out the door without a paid job for the first time in more than 32 years. It's such a mixed bag of emotions--joy, sadness, relief, apprehension. You name it. In September I do have a contract to return for 24 hours a week as my school's archivist, but I will also have a full month off before that happens. I haven't had a full month off since my cancer treatment in 1989--and then I was sick.
Wow--I can't really even comprehend what is going on--except that I prepared long, hard and well for this moment. A lot of people aren't as concerned as I've been about making sure they are comfortable in their later years. But, I come out of poverty as a kid and it affects you all the rest of your life. Thank God that life has been kind enough to me that I've been able to successfully prepare.