No Mo Robo

noroboIt is one week into my retirement/sabbatical/career-break and I am starting to feel like a real person.  I’ve been a robot for the last 40 years.  School, school, work, work, work.  Now that I am not on somebody else’s beck and call schedule, the metal exterior is starting to fall off revealing a real live human inside.

This is how a person is supposed to exist.  There is more to life than going to work every day.  There is life.  I am doing as I please.  I am feeling more sociable.  I am smiling at people without forcing it.  I feel different.  I like it.