Some people may get sick of hearing this, and if so, they can move on to the next blog. But, I am amazed at how seamless my transition to retirement has been. First, there is the miracle of it at all. There are a handful of people who know why it is a miracle, and it will stay that way. They know that, given the facts, it is only through Him that it happened.
So, I should not be surprised at how easy the transition has been. My NC friend always says, "He's got it," or "He's already worked it out." The thing that sorta-kinda surprised me is that I don't miss school.at.all. At.all.
I was always one who was chained to the work email, and I had one boss for a very long time who expected it. Our fabulous tech person told me my email account would be closed in July; well, I was locked out the last week of June. At first, I thought I made a mistake; I kept trying for about three days. Then, reality sunk in: Ginger, you're out.
And, for this recovering work email addict, I didn't need rehab.
I still can't believe I am free at 54 years-old. I can do whatever-I-want-whenever-I-want-without-asking-permission-or-forgiveness. I have so many projects around the house when this summer is over and cool weather comes. I have to power wash the house and finally get fifteen years plus of yard debris from areas of the yard that have yet to be revealed. Then, there are painting projects. Oh, and my crocheting ministry that I have joined. All of these along with my other ventures will keep me busy---*my* kind of busy.
I can not begin to express what freedom feels like.