The retirement countdown clock my son gave me for Christmas reads 76 days.
Plus or minus a few days depending on what day it really  happens.
For sometime now I (and others) have known this day was coming.
The last several months and the next 76 days or so are something of an unraveling.
Learning to let go.
Learning to step away.
From programs and details which have been so much a part of my life for so long.
The tendency for much of my life has been to say yes.
Yes we can try this.
Yes we can do this.
Yes I will help.
Today, I pry back my fingers and force myself to let go.
The meetings and the details are easy.
The dreaming about tomorrow and what we might do…
Much harder.
The people…
I can’t even begin to go there.