I am working on my own this morning, though it remains quiet as the pre-Christmas rush seems to have frozen up in the continuing icy conditions. Although the larger roads are now easily passable (though sides roads remain tricky), hard packed snow/ice covers the pavements in all parts of the city and only the really determined ones will fight their slippery route through to my surgery.
For myself I feel a sense of lethargy which is close to a depression. Perhaps it is the season, (I hate Christmas and wish it were over already) or perhaps it is the continuing conflict of feelings surrounding my imminent retirement. At one moment I find myself thinking: God! What a drag this is; I'll be glad to be shot of this- followed by the thought that I will miss, and miss badly, the unique energy of the doctor's surgery and my (all too soon to be relinquished) power in that setting.
But the die is cast: I must somehow find a way to adjust and even thrive in my post-retirement life. I must settle in gradually, give myself time to fit into my new suit of clothes. Please God I will not slip into the deep depression that often accompanies the letting go of the biggest part of one's life.
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