Slowing down and moving on

I finished up yesterday in a position I have worked in for fifteen years, and these are the flowers given to me by the people in the team I led. Aren't they beautiful? They are so perfect, so beautifully formed I want them to last forever.

I loved this job, and yet it was challenging and consuming. I struggled with it for along time, compromised my health to do it and finally made the decision to move on.

In the last few weeks as I was winding up and passing on information to the next person, I had a lot of letting go to do. There are some things in life, even though we know it's time to move on, it's a wrench when the moment comes to say goodbye.

I am not sure how I feel about it right now. I will be in another position in the same work place so it doesn't feel as if I have really left. And yet, when I go there next week, it will be so different. I won't be part of the same team, and I won't be in charge of anything. I won't have much to do with those people I have worked with, and yet will still be working nearby.

I am ready to step down from the responsibility that I have had, yet sad at having to let go of something that I have put so much of myself into. At the same time I feel free. I am excited - I am on the verge of a new phase in my life. I am excited at the prospect of having more time and more energy. I am excited to be getting my life back.