Oh, the irony of the designations......I am leaving a post about leaving my post. It somehow sounds sadder in duplicate. Most of us work many jobs in our lifetime. I have worked more than I can remember in my 49 years, beginning with those voluntary spots in my youth. Some jobs we flee, some we walk quietly away from, and some we fight desperately to hold onto. Occasionally, we discover that our job has become part of our life, our family, our existence. It is away from such a job that I prepare to walk. The emotions are mixed beyond description, yet I will not walk away quietly, nor will I flee. I walk proudly from my position with the mouse. I leave a legacy of which I am infinitely proud. There is such grand truth in the statement that there is no limit to what can be accomplished if it doesn't matter who gets the credit. (Thank you, Mr. Emerson!)
I thank the universe for conspiring to open the door I was hesitant to open myself. I now stand before it looking fully at the world before me. I hope to change it, for the better. I hope to be part of a transformation that continues through my life, my child's life, and the lives of her children. Today I start with my community.