Just before walking down that blue and orange aisle, I allowed my nursing license to go "inactive." Not as easy a task as I thought it might be. Over thirty years in healthcare flashed before my droopy lidded eyes as I stared at that question on the State of Illinois License Registration Renewal Page. Active? Inactive? Active? Inactive? I finally decided that if I was going to take my new career seriously, I needed to say goodbye to the old one. It also cost $40 to renew my license and nothing to let it lapse. Decision made.
In the spirit of all these new beginnings I have removed my old photo from this blogs home page. Like my nursing license, I was sad to see her go. She was younger, thinner, brunette-ier (yes, brunette-ier, my major was creative writing not English) and replaced her with the current me who is older, wider and greyer. Today I turn 57 and I'm looking forward to all the future holds.
So, bite me, AARP, and please remove my name from your mailing list, retirement is a dirty word here on The Poor Farm.