One year ago tomorrow I quit my job as Public Relations and Marketing Director of a fine arts center. I wasn't old enough to retire. I didn't start collecting a pension or Social Security. I wasn't old enough to tap my retirement fund. My job was neither hard nor horrible and in many ways it… Continue reading Retirement: My One Year Anniversary
Everyone who had retired before me said it would take a year to get settled. I now know what they meant I left my job 10 months ago. I wasn't old enough to retire. It took some planning. Several years of planning in fact. But I finally quit my job. When I left my job… Continue reading Early Retirement: Ten Months In
On October 9, 2015, I worked the last day at my job. I had loved the job for 12 years but things were changing, the job was getting harder, and health issues were getting in the way. And so, I wrote a letter of resignation, worked a final four weeks, closed my office door, and went… Continue reading Fifteen Weeks of “Retirement”
"What do you do with all of your free time?!" People ask me that question and I find it difficult to explain that having too much free time is not, has never been, a problem for me. In fact, I'd still be glad to tack on a couple of hours to the end of each day. I… Continue reading One Month Without a Job and Loving All That Free Time!
Time. I find myself with an abundance of it. Two weeks ago, I worked my final day at my full time job. For the next few days I caught myself glancing at the clock, just as I did when I was working full time and there was never enough time. Hours used to be so precious that I worried about how… Continue reading Changing Times
With a new refrigerator sitting empty in the kitchen (the result of my old refrigerator having had the nerve to die the very week I was leaving my job) my daughter and I made a trip to the grocery store. I had intentionally waited to grocery shop with Amy instead of shopping with my husband on Saturday.… Continue reading I’m Not Going to Work Today: Getting Used to the Idea
Yesterday, I worked my last day. I'm not sure my brain realizes that yet. I didn't feel like I'd quit my job. I felt like... Friday. Just Friday. I expected to feel an array of emotions and feelings on my last day. Most of all, I thought that when the big day came I would feel relieved and excited. What I… Continue reading Endings: My Last Day on the Job.
Parkinson's Disease was not the reason that I began to think about quitting my job. But once I began to take a long look at my life and my situation, I realized just how much my job was aggravating my disease. It was quickly added to my long list of reasons why I needed to get my life in order and to… Continue reading Living With Parkinson’s Disease: Quitting My Sedentary Job
Three down and one to go. That's how many weeks notice I gave my employer last month when I quit my job. I'm happy to finally be feeling like my time at work is coming to an end. No, not happy. Ecstatic. The air feels lighter. I feel lighter. There is a light at the end… Continue reading Quitting My Job: The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
I've quit my job and given my four weeks notice. Two weeks down and two to go. A co-worker has claimed "dibs" on my office. She is as anxious to move in as I am to move out. I have the best office in the building. It's big and roomy with a floor to ceiling picture… Continue reading Cardboard Boxes and Paper Bags
I have to admit I was warned. I was told by others before me that when I quit my job, I shouldn't give too much notice. I now understand why. Once you make up your mind to make such a big life change, you want it to be DONE. I gave four weeks notice. I… Continue reading One down, three to go.
Today, I quit my job. No, I don't have another one. I gave my boss four weeks notice. Was it too much? Too little? Should I have held out another month, or maybe until Thanksgiving, to collect a few more paychecks? It's not like I will be penniless. My husband and I still have his income… Continue reading Today I quit my job.