Two roads diverged...

It is Sunday, Memorial Day weekend. I awoke early to the sound of much needed rain and I can't fall back to sleep. Not just yet anyway. Lots on my mind. I must head into work later this morning to continue the task of clearing out my office. I have a lot of files, both digital and physical to weed through. In April, after twenty years working for the same institution I decided it was time for a change. I'm not actually leaving my field (not yet, anyway) but am going to try my hand at freelancing. I'm excited; really excited about this change. I don't feel at all wistful about leaving a place where I've spent so much of my adult life. I don't feel particularly scared. I feel optimistic and am proud of myself, and those aren't necessarily my natural inclinations. I'm not second guessing myself at all. So in a little while, I'll head into the office, where it will be very quiet on a Sunday morning, and I'll spend an hour or two going through stacks of papers and files, pitching what I can, and saving what might be helpful as I go down this new road.