Today is truly the first day of the rest of my life. I don’t have a job to go to.
I will no longer have lesson plans to make. I will no longer have labs to create and recreate. I will no longer have papers to grade for hours and hours. I will no longer have a schedule to keep. I no longer have a classroom to go to. Happily, I won’t need to eat or use the restroom dictated by a bell.
I also don’t have any students to greet. I won’t get to share the many aha moments I cherish. I won’t have work friends to share my thoughts with. I will no longer have hundreds of daily positive interactions with kids. I no longer will get to use my creativity to make my lessons come alive.
I now get to do things on my schedule. I can decide to do nothing at all if I choose. I want to clean out all the items I brought home from my teaching career. I get to decide how long I work on my projects, unhindered by other requirements. I can read my huge stack of books without a limiting time frame. I have time to scrapbook the years of pictures I am behind on. I will be able to use the closet full of fabrics to create more quilts. I will work in my small gardens until I run out of energy. I can’t wait to work on more of my bowling balls in my bowling ball garden. I have season after season of my favorite TV shows to binge watch at my discretion. I have time now for creating my cards and letter writing. I can call friends and family whenever they are not busy. I can do lunch with other retired friends. I will be able to see how the rest of the world occupies their days sans a job to go to.
I am ready. I have things to do. I have a life to live.