Forty years ago I graduated from high school. I was set free to go out into the world and shape myself.
Four days ago I was laid off from my job. Today's my last day.
I had a completely different post prepared to mark my graduation anniversary, talking about regrets and the road not taken. There was also a bit of a rant about my job and being stuck in a 40-hour-a-week prison. It wasn't a bad job, but after eight years the routine and constraints were wearing me down - a lot. And don't get me started on the colleagues that, as I've said before, had the social skills of a spatula.
When I was told I was laid off, I didn't want to believe it. It seemed too good to be true! Then, of course, worry, anxiety, fear. My head is spinning thinking of the ramifications for medical insurance (yeah, the US system sucks) and pensions. We won't be destitute - for a while - but I can't assume I can afford to buy things. I do have to find work, and I'll be nervous starting something new. And there are some people that I'll miss seeing every day.
But I'm cautiously euphoric - I have a chance to do something better!
I may have to keep working past retirement age, but I want to enjoy what I do. Ideas are flying, and I'm going to have some time to breathe and think and sew and glue things and write and sleep in and see where it all takes me.
It's a brave new world!