Joy is coming. I don't like math but I have been counting the days for weeks. Now anticipation has brought me to hours, minutes, even seconds. Joy is coming. I feel it fizzing in my veins; it bubbles inside me as if my blood has turned to champagne. I am giddy with it. I am overflowing, my head is in the clouds, and I am carefree. Joy is coming. I've waited so long, hardly able to hope this golden skipping freedom that dances inside me now would ever really happen. But Joy is coming. In the blink of an eye, Joy is here.
~Elise Skidmore ©2022
Oh! I hope this means what I think it does!
If you think it means I’m retiring, it does. This Friday will be my last day. 🙂
Woohoo! Congratulations!!!
Thanks so much!
I’m sure you are writing about your upcoming retirement. I know it’s hard to say goodbye to friends you’ve known for so many years, but you deserve the freedom to do what you want now. Congratulations my friend
Thanks, Lucille. It’s a day I really never thought I’d see, but I’m looking forward to it.
If I didn’t know his is about retiring I’d wonder what the hell you were so happy about…. LOL!!! 🙂
I’m delighted to hear that. It means more people can relate to feeling the joy, whatever that is!
Oops… *this, not his. 🙂
I liked your poem and I hope it reflects how you feel about the next chapter in your life. Joy is coming!!!
Thanks, Rosemary! The joy is just a few days away and I feel lighter of spirit already.