This job has been a long one - 20 years - and mostly satisfying, except for the last few years. I won't miss having to ration my vacation days, or drive to work in the dark and come home in the dark during the winter months. And the workplace drama and all the rules made by somebody else.
But my time will be my own to fill, and at first it might be intimidating, even with the plans I've made.
The other scary part of the day was in getting my Social Security statement for the year and realizing that, having worked in a place for all these years where I didn't pay into Social Security, I'm not getting much out of Social Security! Our budget included only a small amount from Social Security, but the actual will be less than that. And even though the financial planner is reassuring, the Bag Lady is whispering, "I told you so."
Two weeks from tomorrow! It's really here. Oddly enough, my blood pressure is rising a bit as I think about July, with a short trip to San Antonio at the beginning and a weeklong one to Alaska at the end. And all those days in between. Freedom and fear. Jubilation and uncertainty.
Bring it on, I guess.