Written 7 August, 2009
Time for a Change
When I had been in Atlanta four years or so I found myself thinking I should make a change: take another job, move somewhere else.
But then I thought about it. I realized that as an army brat I had been moved every one to four years and that as a young adult I had moved every three to four years in pursuit of my education. Maybe I was feeling it was time for a change because of that history.
And so I didn't make a change. I stayed in Atlanta and at my job. I told myself that when it was time to make a change I would know it. The universe would tell me.
I've been here a while now, and finally the spirit has moved me to make a change.
My change won't be one of residence, but of employment status. This month is the last I ever expect to have a job. My time will be my own.
I don't have a huge nest egg, but I don't live all that large, and my house will be paid for in December; I'm proud to have paid if off in eleven years. I expect I'll be fine. I should be able to travel as I please and do pretty much what I please. It will be a welcome change after all those years of work.