The day-before-my-last-day of work was weird. Really weird.
I cleaned up my desk, did some filing, said good-bye to a few people who won’t be around tomorrow. It made it even stranger that the office was nearly empty, with co-workers at meetings downtown or on their vacations.
Over and over I got the question (more of a statement, really) “Are you excited?” Yes I am excited, but I’m a bit nervous, too. And happy and sad. And ready and not ready. Everything has an air of unreality to it.
Like any major lifestyle change there’s a lot to consider. And believe me, I’m considering it. But also like marriage or parenthood or surgery or anything really big, I am not going to know exactly what I’m getting into until I’m in the middle of it.
Retired friends assure me I’ll love it. And I already have my first afternoon grand-kid sitting gig lined up for next week. But I know I’ll be finding my way for a while, working out what works and what doesn’t.
It’s a long journey, maybe 30 years long. And I’ll be taking my first step in just two days.