June 30 has come and gone. I’ve settled into my new place and celebrated my first week of “retirement.” I must admit to an initial feeling of trepidation about not having a “real” job anymore. Strangely, after years of wishing myself out of that rut, I felt like a fish running out of water as the day approached when fate would suddenly thrust me out. But on the 30th, as I walked–no, skipped–out of the corporate world for the last time into the sunshine, relief vanquished fear. Finally, free to pursue my dreams unhindered, I could breathe again. I headed my truck down a highway shimmering with summer heat, embracing the spacious countryside as the city with its endless construction, congestion, and road rage melted into memory behind me.
Now, instead of buildings I see rolling hills; instead of traffic, I hear lilting birdsong or the wind whispering through the trees. I share my new home with an affectionate long-haired tom cat and two black rabbits. For now I have no desire to go anywhere else. It’s wonderful just to savor these beautiful surroundings, ride my bike in the hills, write my books, and take photographs. A whole new world with new adventures has opened up. I can’t wait to see what happens next!