It’s me again. Posting twice in the same month—that’s a damned fine start if you ask me.
Tomorrow is my one year anniversary of breaking my first, and hopefully last, bone. I broke my left ankle in two places by stepping on ice I thought was snow. Because my hands were full, I couldn’t catch my balance and crash down went I.
To remind me of the adventure, I have a plate in my left ankle and at times, an ache. I teleworked for 5 weeks during which i reflected on life and I realized just how much I hate my job. Which is the short way ‘round to now: I’m retiring this year. No one at work knows yet but I’m all but gone.
There. A public sort of proclamation. A commitment even.
No going back now.