So many things have happened in the past few days that I can’t help but think how long the months have been!
Like a fish gasping for air while flipping and tumbling on dry land, the reality is starting to sink in, slapping me in the face: one month more and I’ll be out of the traditional workforce.
Control is the last thing that my thrashing mental state just cannot let go of.
But treading this transition is like walking on a familiar road. I know I have been here before, three years ago.
I suppose one way to describe how things stand is that I’ve completed this phase of my life, and so it’s time to move on to the next.