Thursday

Tomorrow is my last day of work.  Maybe for a very long time.  Maybe forever.  Maybe only until the Fall.  Ultimately we don't know, but I can tell you that tomorrow when I leave the office I would be happy to pass on my keys to the next person and head home.  I really enjoyed my job, and I think I learned a lot there, but at the same time I am ready for the next stage, the next step.

I just don't know what that is.  But I know some of the things it contains.  I know it involves my children, I know it involves being home with them and starting preschool prep with Samuel.  I know it includes helping David to realize his dream of ministry.  Beyond that....

But all I can think of tonight is how tomorrow, at this time, I should be finishing up at the office, locking the door, and heading home.  I'll turn off the computer, take a last look around the place, make sure the stove is off in the kitchen, lock the doors behind me and walk home with my new MP3 player playing 80s pop ballads and Christian rock.  I'll spend the walk home running over everything in my head: did I get that memo sent?  Did I tell so and so about such and such?  Should I call them tomorrow?

And I'll get home, and David will be off tomorrow night so I'll tell him all about my day, and how overwhelmed by the endingness of it all I am, and then I'll be emotionally exhausted and fall asleep early.

And I'll be done work.  Done.  Maybe forever.