There are many things we can have as our last...
The last bite of an unripe fruit, the last smell of a flower, the last walk down a street... We may never see the same plant again, or the same people, buildings, animals or cities. We can have our last word, last look, greeting, kiss, wink or smile. Our hands can wave for the last time to someone in the distance or shake someone's hand, caress someone's cheek or hug someone for the last time. You can also have your last day at work, be sad or happy for that or feel almost nothing while leaving the door of the office (classroom in my case) for the very last time in the role of an employee.
That is exactly what I felt. Nothing.
As if I were leaving it after a normal day, and tomorrow I would be back. It was like a very usual and common day.
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Well, it was not a completely ordinary day as I went there (to the place we used to live and work) a few hours earlier to have some time for myself, for a walk, to swim in the sea, and later have my last day in that music school where I worked for... too many years already.
The decision was already made in me a while ago. That's why I had that complete peace in me today, as I had more than enough time to process and accept my own decision as something good for me, now already without remorse. I will miss just a few special students who spent many years under my guidance in their musical path, and I also saw them grow from small children into young adults, but that's all.
So, with these vibes, I went to the beach to enjoy the very calm sea with crystal clear water. I couldn't believe it was so clear and smooth! This beach definitely doesn't deserve to have me there for the last time, so I am sure I will be back sooner than I think.
Do you know how many pebbles came home with me from this beach? π
#kindnessrocks π
However, I also love this part with the rough stones, the corner of the beach, also called RincΓ³n del Albir.
I hope you are seated and prepared to laugh haha, as you will have the exclusive opportunity to see my feet posing in my beach shoes (from Decathlon) in one of the next photos. They are the best footwear for this beach, to survive the pebbles and the rocks without injuries. π.
I can't complain; I had enough time to swim quite a lot, do some stretching exercises so my physiotherapists can see that I do want to do the homework they gave me, but then I had to catch a bus. It took me to the part of the town where I would have my... you already know, I am repeating this too many times now... my last day at work. π€·ββ
Not related to this story... but it seems that if one decides to make the Camino de Santiago, he/she should walk just 1154,5 km from here to arrive at the final destination.
Maybe it is related, as it could be the last walk for someone haha. Ok, back to the serious stuff. Last coffee in the company of this piano:
And goodbye, little wooden hands from the classroom π
Have you ever quit your job as you wanted it and how did it feel?