Help me be patient with myself
During this metamorphosis.
This shedding of what has been:
Working Monday through Friday,
Week after week,
Year after year.
The security of routines
and institutional cycles.
I am disoriented, befuddled,
Unsure of myself
And what the future holds.
Let me surrender to the uncertainty,
To the discombobulating feelings.
I have outgrown the cocoon of the familiar
And hear the calling of something new
Beyond this comforting, shabby enclosure.
I am preparing to emerge
(A rehearsal for my final metamorphosis?),
Transformed,
And ready to fly.
All the Wonders 
Oh, this is wonderful, Beth❣️Perfectly worded.❤️
Thank you, dear friend.
Just because you retired doesn’t mean your wings have been clipped. Spread your wings and fly!
Lovely. Thank you!
So beautiful, Beth! Blessings on your journey!
Thank you, Joyce.
Beth, In the September/October 2012 issue of AliveNow, a poem I wrote was published. It is the only piece of my writing that has ever been published. I post it here for your retirement celebration:
Retirement
The decision
Lord you are present helping me discern . . .
The announcement
Lord you are present calming my anxiety . . .
The last days working
Lord you are present consoling me
in my fear of loss of relevancy . . .
The first days not working
Lord you are present rejoicing with me in my freedom . . .
The call
Lord you are present inspiring m
to feed your lambs with my remaining energy.
Oh Fran. What a gift. Thank you so much!!! ❤️