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Leaves were glowing in shades of red, orange, and gold the weekend my sister, my daughter, and I made a trip to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. We went for the shopping where numerous boutiques, outlet malls, antique marts, and other unique shopping spots fill the small towns and roadsides of this traditionally Amish area west of Philadelphia. Christmas shops at Christmastime are… Continue reading A Christmas Junkie’s Jaunt: The National Christmas Center
With a new refrigerator sitting empty in the kitchen (the result of my old refrigerator having had the nerve to die the very week I was leaving my job) my daughter and I made a trip to the grocery store. I had intentionally waited to grocery shop with Amy instead of shopping with my husband on Saturday.… Continue reading I’m Not Going to Work Today: Getting Used to the Idea
Yesterday, I worked my last day. I'm not sure my brain realizes that yet. I didn't feel like I'd quit my job. I felt like... Friday. Just Friday. I expected to feel an array of emotions and feelings on my last day. Most of all, I thought that when the big day came I would feel relieved and excited. What I… Continue reading Endings: My Last Day on the Job.
Parkinson's Disease was not the reason that I began to think about quitting my job. But once I began to take a long look at my life and my situation, I realized just how much my job was aggravating my disease. It was quickly added to my long list of reasons why I needed to get my life in order and to… Continue reading Living With Parkinson’s Disease: Quitting My Sedentary Job
Three down and one to go. That's how many weeks notice I gave my employer last month when I quit my job. I'm happy to finally be feeling like my time at work is coming to an end. No, not happy. Ecstatic. The air feels lighter. I feel lighter. There is a light at the end… Continue reading Quitting My Job: The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease in 2009. For six years, only a few of my family and friends have known that. It's one of the reasons I have now elected to quit my job but it isn't the sole reason, or even the main reason. My disease progression is slow and I am able to… Continue reading Living with Parkinson’s Disease: What Do They See?
I've quit my job and given my four weeks notice. Two weeks down and two to go. A co-worker has claimed "dibs" on my office. She is as anxious to move in as I am to move out. I have the best office in the building. It's big and roomy with a floor to ceiling picture… Continue reading Cardboard Boxes and Paper Bags
I have to admit I was warned. I was told by others before me that when I quit my job, I shouldn't give too much notice. I now understand why. Once you make up your mind to make such a big life change, you want it to be DONE. I gave four weeks notice. I… Continue reading One down, three to go.
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