View from a Rural Village

I am a free woman.  OK.  Technically I am an unemployed woman but it feels more like free.  Today is the first day and I am somewhat unsure what I feel.  I feel joy.  I feel some concern.  I feel some pressure to lay out a plan, set up some goals--both short- and long-term, and to begin to align schedules. One of my greatest fears is that I have lost the ability to do creative writing and a major challenge to myself is to push myself to sit and write everyday.  This journaling/blogging does not come easy and I'm not very happy with the results.  Maybe it just is what it is.  This is a series of notes to myself about the process of rediscovering the Kay in my life and restoring her to the center.  This is for me. Yesterday I commented to a friend that within me, deep within, is still the Pippi Longstockings that led me into so many adventures and I think I long to pull her back up.  And I know that I really like people and whatev...

Interesting.  Tomorrow is the first day of the last week of my latest and perhaps last full-time job.  I feel like a child with one more week to go to summer.  Like a high school graduate the week before I leave for college.  Like a bride one week before the wedding.  Excited and ready to start a new adventure.  Stunned that I've chosen this path but know that my choice is the right one.  Nervous.  I must open myself to the possibilities of what is to be but still get through the "what is" of letting go and saying goodbye.  I will still see my friends and in this new world of social media it won't be hard to stay in touch.  In short, I guess I'm surprised at how excited I am to be unemployed.