Moving On

I'm having a difficult time letting this day go. Tomorrow is my last full day here, and I'm surprised to find myself dreading it. Not just because it means I leave the next day, but because I'll never be able to do exactly what I'm doing again. I won't have the same routines, the same job, working with the same people... And what's surprising is those are the exact reason I'm excited to leave. But I guess it's normal to feel this way. It's normal for the human species to have a difficult time accepting change. We're built for routine. When something upsets that routine, we have to adapt and adjust. Animals do that. People can't. People can't change their ways. They can only accept the change and try to bend themselves around the change best they can without snapping in half, but just enough so everything fits. I'm having a difficult time bending. My tummy keeps getting these uncomfortable butterflies. And I'm usually very good at dismissing them and just forgetting about it. I could do that now, but that's what I've been doing for the past month, to avoid thinking about moving. There's only so long you can ignore the feelings before they pounce on you and won't let you go. I'm trying to avoid that best I can. Tomorrow will be harder. And just for that, and since it's my last shift, I'm not going to refill my salt and peppers. So there!