Today is my last day at work. I am nervous. Worried. Excited. Thrilled. Terrified.
I have nothing to go to. I submit my dissertation next week and that’s as far as I’ve planned. Oh, liberty! No … Not really. I don’t feel free, I feel … Obligated.
The thing is, in not having a “plan” I have no excuse to not write.
Oh, yes, you read right – I won’t have an excuse not to write.
I’ll try to hide behind the noise of the house, or the discomfort of my crappy chair at my wobbly desk … but I won’t have the more acceptable excuses: I’ll have plenty of time, no valid distractions, and endless access to coffee.