Summer is on its way out the door. Tonight we are supposed to be down in the 30s, with a frost warning. I've pulled the few remaining plants in from the deck. Once we get a frost, my job will begin to wind down. Mosquitoes aren't a big deal after a frost or two. You know, I've been really grieving about my job. Between you and me, there has been a measure of bitterness, and I hate feeling bitter.
Today it struck me for the first time. There's a unrecognized bonus here. I've spent so much time trying to go the extra mile, to do little things that others may not want to do, but that need doing, trying to please people. Knowing I'm not returning, I realized that I'm freed of that. I have but to meet my scope of work. Just do my job.
I have been dreading these last few weeks, suddenly, there is a measure of peace in it. I have but to do my job. The opinions of others do not matter. The politics do not matter.
It's just me, and my work, and these golden autumn days.
I realize that these days are treasures.