So close I can almost touch it . . .
With retirement just six working days away, things are heating up at work. My replacement has been hired, and he and I are working madly to transition my fifteen years of tribal knowledge into cohesive working documents. I firmly believe no one is irreplaceable in their job, and I therefore know that my replacement will figure it all out eventually and do just fine, but in the meantime, time is racing and I am worried we will run out of time before everything on my transition list is checked off.
I think I also may have gone a bit overboard in my efforts to ensure my transition to retirement was immediately gratifying. I'm taking two sections of Conversational Spanish but have not yet found time to practice, I'm undergoing training to become an adult literacy volunteer through READ OC but have yet to complete my weekly homework assignments, I'm attending volunteer orientation tomorrow to become a court advocate for abused children in my county and can only hope training doesn't start in earnest until after next week, and I'm in the midst of training for a marathon.
I'm exhausted. And I love it. And I can't wait to add even more.
I plan to kick off retirement with a week long camping trip in Marina, CA. My daughter and two dear friends will be joining me for five days of hiking, kayaking and biking along the central coast. We plan to fill our evenings with lovely dinners, wine, blazing campfires and a roasted marshmellow or two. I'll figure out the rest when I return.
