I settle in for a day of work. With one escape: with Ed, to Woodman’s – the mega store I love to hate.
By late afternoon the fog is dense.
I walk down to the corner shop. I owe them another evening of work this week. But tonight I'm apprehensive: yesterday I submitted my letter of resignation. By May 1st, my ten month stint of moonlighting comes to an end.
It’s funny that I should quit now, when my teaching demands are about to grind to a slowdown.
But this is what I want: work hard, then pause. And my gut tells me that now is the time to pause.
My boss at the shop greets me with a smile and I breathe a sigh of relief. This transition is going to be easy after all.
You could say that a weight has been removed, and the fog has lifted, etc etc, but you and I know that nothing's that simple: it remains foggy outside, and fresh concerns (lost income!) supplant old weights.
But on the up side...
...oh, I could list a lot here. Because truly, there is nearly always an upside.
