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I’m Really Gone

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I’m really gone.

Okay, technically, after I leave in the dawn’s early light of this Friday morning, I will still have six-and-a-half hours left to go.  But in a very real sense, the job I’ve worked for three weeks short of nine years is over.

I’m really gone.

So on this last night of a seemingly endless run of thirteen-hour shifts, I said goodbye to some people I work with, in this, and other states.  Officially trained my replacement for a few whole hours (I hope THAT works out for all concerned next week when I’m no longer here).  And I wrote this, to remind myself that…

I’m really gone.

To remind myself, because at a time of night when most decent folks have been asleep for hours, I had a revelatory burst of zero-dark-thirty energy.  Not the “Mrs. Howell on radioactive sugar beets” energy (by all means, find it on YouTube), but the “I just realized how much actual time I’m getting back in my life to do all the things I could only do in my non-existent spare time” energy which, when harnessed, creates its own CERN-level epiphany that years of sleep deprivation and exhaustion can’t touch.

So, though you’ve all seen me around the blogospheric interwebz for a while now, you’re going to be seeing more of me.  Call this your pre-dawn heads-up for all things Bill Friday.  The kind of heads-up where I tell you that when one life ends, another life can begin.  A life where you really can do all the things.  A life where you figure out what works, and do it.  A life where you figure out what doesn’t work, and you try like hell not to do it again.  A life where even the old things feel new again, because this is the exact, right time for all of them to finally happen.  Just like you always wanted them to, but you always ran ahead of God, or the universe, or your own shoelaces, and you tripped and fell every time. 

Until now.

Because now, I’m really gone.

 

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6 thoughts on “I’m Really Gone

  1. Clean slate. I know you are going to fill it with all good things. The very best to you Bill Friday!
    Di

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  2. footloosedon on said:

    I’m reminded by your post of how I felt when I finally retired after three years of wanting to retire but not feeling that I could afford to. I was a mental basket case for the last couple of those years: thought I had Alzheimer’s, but it turned out to be all stress-related. So happy for you to be dropping those chains of servitude and stepping into a whole new life. Good on you Bill.

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  3. All the best on your new adventure! And enjoy the “freedom” to do what you want to, though..it may take some adjustments..hehe.

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  4. You are gone from there. You are here now, and I am looking forward to seeing you.

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