Tomorrow marks the first anniversary of the last day of my final full-time position.
In countless ways, as previously described here in excruciating detail, being the senior editor in that particular proposal center was the worst editing job I've ever had.
I worked there for 20 months but knew within a few after starting that it was a bagfull of wrong. The question was how long I'd last.
I set my target resignation date to roughly coincide with my retirement in terms of Social Security, and my plan to have in place freelance editing work to supplement my SS income.
That done, the next decision was how to "mark" my progress toward September 2.
Some people fast until whatever, others don't shave or cut their hair. I chose a haberdashery approach. Specifically, I decided to wear the same pair of pants every day for the roughly 12 months leading up to the Last Day.
The fact that they, and I, made it, albeit somewhat worse for the wear, is a tribute to will power, tenacity, and fine craftsmanship.