I was riding the bus this morning and I checked the RSVP list for my going away party and I almost shed a tear. Almost, but I know my tear ducts are getting ready to flood any moment now. It’s not a question of if, it’s a question of when. I can only imagine the scene on the beauty bus of a chica crying for no apparent reason. Lots of things happen on that bus as you all know by now, but just like in baseball, there is no crying!
I’m not sure why the reality of what I’m doing decided to hit me today, but it certainly did. I’ve been so excited (and I definitely still am), but I’m feeling really nostalgic. I’m no master psychiatrist, or even a psychiatrist at all, but I have a sneaking feeling that my last week of work probably has something to do with it 🙂
I’ve been taking more trips down memory lane lately and soaking up each day. I’m just really grateful. Whenever I write feelings like this, maybe somewhat dramatic, my friend’s comment always flashes back, “You’re not leaving forever. You are coming back.” Of course I know that, but what can I say? I guess just, “Giddyup!”