We've been watching The West Wing on DVDs for the last five months. Last night we saw the last two episodes of the last season. Today I feel sadness as I detach from these characters who've been in my living room most nights since January.
And I'm slowing down at work. I've finished up several Outlook tasks I do only once a month and then roll to the next month's date. This time I sent an explanatory email to my colleagues and deleted the task from Outlook.
And I'm slowing down at home. I have these "ought to dos", but when I have extra time I want to read or nap instead. Which I'm allowing myself.
I realize I'll miss the work community, but no one person in particular. And I won't miss the current work climate at all.
However, the thought has flashed through my mind more than once in the last day or so, "Where will I belong after June 25?"
One of my blog readers' comments was that the next few weeks will fly by and then things will come to a standstill. With all my plans for my post-work life, I didn't get it. I do now, though. I still have a bunch of plans. But where will I belong?
My older son has a current crisis - common for him - and part of me wants to leap in, since I'll have more time available. But I don't do that much any more. I may be able to give his daughters, my granddaughters, some support. But that's it.
Where will I belong?
This is not comfortable. But I suspect it's normal.