Three weeks today before setting out on my trip and the path of retirement.
Is it ok to admit to the tiniest bit of sadness? Not retiring from work but perhaps it is more to do with leaving colleagues and friends behind. Saying good bye to the routine and to the familiar can be hard but I suppose that once I am on the road, the excitement will take over.
I questioned my sanity at times for taking such a twisted path to London ie London via Singapore, KL but I now know that perhaps it has to do with wanting to start my journey out with the familiar. With taking baby steps instead of the giant leap.
Is it ok to admit to feeling a bit scared now that I am about to take the next step to freedom from the routine, from what is familiar, to the regular pay check, tiny though it may be?
Is it ok to admit to feeling a bit cowardly, to fear the unknown but at the same time to knowing that ultimately it is the right step to take? That it is the step most of us have to take.

