A wise song once said:
"I'm moving on, at last I can see, life has been patiently waiting for me, and I know there are no gaurantees but I'm not alone. There comes a time in everyone's life when all you can see are the years passing by, and I have made up my mind that those days are gone... maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road, I'm moving on"
Well... I'm done.
Checked out, boxed up done.
Tears shed, goodbyes said done.
Thrown away, saved with care done.
Fake smiles, real smiles, holding back comments done.
Whoever said The Big Man doesn't have a sense of humor did not leave my school today feeling a little nostalgic, wanting to look back and save the last glimpse of 'home' and then promptly got pelted with hail so big they were forced to literally run from the building and speed away so as not to get struck by lightning. As I ran to my car I just had to laugh. The weather was dark and gloomy, the thunder loud, the hail heavy, the rain pouring down in sheets. If it had been sunny and perky outside it wouldn't have felt right. The weather fit the mood perfectly. Remember Eeyore?
That was me. The rain and hail and lightning followed me all the way home. I would stop at a traffic light and the rain would seem to have calmed and then BOOM -- it would catch up with me. I expected to look in the rear view mirror and see a small gray donkey looking back at me.
So there you have it.
Got one last kick in the pants on the way out of the door but I held my tongue and proceeded to smile and nod.
I'm ready to move on.