Some months barely touch us. Some rock our souls. This one will bring life changes that seem significant. Seem monumental. Seem surprising. For I can't understand how life moved so quickly, taking me with it. I can't quite get my mind around turning 60. I can't quite get my heart around retiring from teaching. The month of December will bring both of these events to me and I am trying my best to be ready. I haven't cried in front of the children yet but my principal has seen the tears. My collegues have passed me tissues. My students' parents have hugged me while I try to remain professional with eyes overflowing. My replacement has been hired and she sounds young and fresh and caring. I spend a little time each day cleaning out files, sorting out drawers and cupboards. While I know this is the right time to move on, there is nothing easy about it. And the turning 60 thing. Oh my. In case any of you young things think differently, you are still yourselves at 60. Perhaps more so. Your dreams, your desires, even your passions, remain and sometimes even grow more intense because of the shrinking life that is yours. So, here I am, looking at the next month and hoping for strength to walk through it. I'll be fine when I'm there but this passage is sobering. And significant.



