Professor Sharon

And, I suppose why not?  Some of the feelings up to this point – particularly as I was making the news known to my colleagues – were mixed.  It still feels mixed on occasion.  I really shall miss the teaching, and the privilege of watching the growth, of my students.  I will not miss what I have lovingly called “the politics” at my work.  My loyalty is real, and I do believe everyone I work with has the best of intentions.  I also know that the best of intentions can make some folks really territorial, and that’s unpleasant.  And, something I don’t care for; and something I shall not miss!

So I am counting.  I am counting down to the day that changes my life, in some way as yet unknown, again.  I’ve had these days before, but they weren’t always as formal.  I counted the days until I would be a married woman – and celebrate each year the accumulation of those days with a very special husband. I counted down the days until each of my babies would change my life.  I don’t always count, but often notice the passage of days until one thing or another happens – days until a trip sometimes leave you excited, and sometimes leave you thinking there isn’t enough time to do all the chores that need to get done before that trip.

These days I count with anticipation of the surprise that life will offer me; with the pleasure of more time and choice to fill those days in a way I’ve never had the opportunity to take advantage of — I’ll fill my days; I’ve already had a million offers and a million ideas.

So I’m counting down, and I’m counting up to……