If that little counter is correct we have only 23 weeks until we change our lives entirely, forever! The thing is, that counter, or one like it has been ticking off the days, weeks, and months for 2+ years. You just get acclimated after a while and the milestones don’t seem so significant, nor the endpoint so immediate. This week was different though, for me anyway. This week I told my boss of 10 years that we needed to start transitioning. I told one of my best work friends a few minutes later. I’m officially working myself out of a job now.
It’s funny that this seems significant because my whole advancement strategy for years has been to work myself out of a job so that I would be free to take on new responsibilities. In the last year or so I’ve been working myself out of this job so I could transition to my new sailing life/dream without hurting my coworkers. But now it’s OFFICIAL. In just under 6 months I will stop working for the first time in something like 15 years and will have no immediate plans to return to work. Oh yeah, and we’ll be broke. This is where I expect to get a mild panic attack.
Phew. We must be on the right track.