On the day that I drove to the school board to complete all the paperwork necessary to retire, I was a mess. I knew I was the right age, had turned in the correct number of years, had my savings all lined up – but I was a mess. I was such a mess that I didn’t even eat my breakfast. Admittedly, it got very emotional as I was racing to throw all of the papers I could imagine necessary into my book bag and rush out the door. Before I hit the door, however, I did have enough presence of mind to grab a muffin from the counter and hurry off to the car. As my mind was racing one hundred thoughts a minute – – as to whether this was the best choice or not – should I just back out – – am I making the wrong decision at the wrong time – – – Read more