Shedding the load

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. It's a cliché, I know.


Already I feel the weight slipping from my shoulders. Of course my responsibilities at work have been decreasing for some time but this is different. I suppose the fact that on the first of the month I would normally be running statements, even if it was a Wednesday (my normal day off), a Sunday or even New Year's Day, means that I immediately  noticed the difference. Running statements was certainly an adrenaline fuelled experience but apart from a slight thrill as I clicked the button it was never something I especially enjoyed.


Because this is a Wednesday to some extent my brain still thinks it's just my day off. I was planning to spend the day sorting out the house and packing slowly and carefully for once. I had decided not to go to my meeting because it took such a chunk out of the day but there are visitors coming. Actually I think the meeting is a good way to start my new life so I will make the trip to town.


This appears to be the start of the blog as more of a diary than an art form. That's good, because I was never any good at diaries and voice recognition makes it a very easy format for me.


So, no major trauma thus far and tomorrow I'll be hitting the road. I was going to say that my mind would then be fully occupied but when driving of course there is time for thought. 


Physically and metaphorically I'm on my way.