I take that back. I DO have a plan – it’s to sit in the sunshine and play in the garden and hang out with my kids and go camping this summer and maybe, just maybe, even get to see my husband for more than three minutes in passing when he lodges a suspect at my department’s jail.
This is it – my last week of work. My command staff and coworkers took me out for lunch today to
celebrate not having to work with me mark my last few days with the department. It’s bittersweet. I’ve been asked more than once what my plans are for the future and oddly enough I don’t really have a solid answer (see vague, optimistic ideas listed above). But, and this is TOTALLY out of character for me, I’m OK with that. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating to take this leap of faith and have the only plan in place to be not having a plan.