Today, I have my exit meeting. One more step on the road to retirement that seems to have shrunk dramatically and astonishingly quickly in the past few weeks.
Last weekend, I was sitting in workshops at the Pennwriters conference, planning the next steps on the writing road.
Today, not for the first time, I am trying to envision how those roads intersect. While excitement hovers, concerns also loom. An entirely new way of life lies in front of me. That is both extraordinary and terrifying.
So I shuffle my papers and double-check each black-inked field, take Tylenol for the headache born of nerves and allergies, and march forward into the day.
Into my future.