As I perused the journal pages, I wrote of wanting a slower pace and honoring solitude. I wrote of deeply desiring to retire early, that the workplace had become too stressful.~Journal entry, July 3, 2020

Announcing my retirement has brought eclectic responses. Some have said, "So early? You're too young." Or, "What in the world will you do now?" Others have said, "Congratulations. I'm happy for you. Now you'll have time to do whatever you want." And then, "It's about time. You've put in your time." 

I've stayed detached from what others say. People have their opinions about life transitions. That's fine. Even with the challenge of practical matters to put in place, I've felt a quiet confidence to move forward. That it's time to place punctuation at the end of the sentence. And I'd punctuate with an exclamation mark. My time as a counselor has been successful. I've harbored in a brilliant port, with fair winds and a good many sunny days. I've had the support of fellow sailors, my colleagues, family and friends who've loved me and championed me. My God has kept me with His grace.

Now I'm readying my ship for another voyage. I've loaded up provisions and supplies, I've made sure my vessel, the ss Illumination, is seaworthy, her sails tidy and strong. She's ready. I've got my compass and journal. My crew, the Holy Trinity, is skilled in navigation, and I trust their ability to take me to my next destination. And honestly, I'm not really concerned about where I'll harbor next. I'm excited about the voyage itself. I'll savor the wide and broad expanse of the ocean, the coral-tinged sunsets and silvered stars at night. I'll taste salt on my lips and appoint the rush and lapping of waves as my new soundtrack. I know I'll brave high seas, too. Yet I'm strong and skilled, a fit collaborator with my crew. 

I'm almost ready to pull anchor. I hear the cheering, the celebratory voices mingling to see me off. The crack of the champagne bottle across my sturdy hull ehoes through the air. "Buon Viaggio." "God speed." "God be with you, dear Priscilla, explorer and adventurer." I am waving. It is both scary and exhilarating to leave for other shores. God have mercy.