Chasing A Dream: The Hollywood Princess Has Left the Building

The Hollywood Princess Has Left The Building--sign left on my desk when I left work for the last time

The Hollywood Princess Has Left The Building–sign left on my desk when I left work for the last time

It is all part of chasing my dream, and my exit sign said, “The Hollywood Princess Has Left the Building.”  (Please click on the pink link and you’ll hear my exit song.)  Naturally, there were clip-art illustrations at each end of the banner of–what else?–crowns.  It was my last day at work, and I realized that “retirement” isn’t the word I’ve used for it–I’ve simply referred to it as “chasing my dream.”

How In the World Did I Become Old Enough to Retire?

I know that sounds like a ridiculous question, and I know the obvious answer:  I kept breathing in and out every day until I got here.  But how can I feel so young inside and be at retirement age?  I laugh to myself at my own answer to that one:  I’ve NEVER GROWN UP.   I look around at people I know (many of whom I love) and realize that most folks are so serious and… mature.  Now, I CAN be that way, but, really, why would I choose to be “mature” when I can instead choose to retain the “childlike” joy I was born with?  Why would I quash the spontaneity (why does that word not follow the “i before e except after c” rule?) that blossomed inside me as a child and has never died?

I dance in the car when a good song comes on the radio, I exclaim “You look so pretty!” at times or say things in an elevator like, “Someone in here sure smells good.”  (Even though I know those are things that are usually done only by children.)  I have even been known to crank up the radio at my desk and dance in the office (mostly at Nissan and mostly to any old Aretha Franklin song).  It didn’t happen often, but when “R-E-S-P-E-C-T” or “Chain-chain-chain” could be heard throughout our open office at Nissan, everybody in three departments came to watch me dance.  I pretended it wasn’t a spectacle or anything that interrupted work–it was just a 3-minute fun break for the day, and I never once was reprimanded for my spontaneous entertainment.  People were even known to join in.  And so…

Last Dance

When it came time to leave my job last week, I decided it was time for one last office dance.  I chose Rare Earth’s song, “I Just Want to Celebrate” for the occasion, and sent an email to “Nashville/Everyone but Attorneys.”  (Which is frowned upon by IT, but what were they gonna do? Fire me?)  The email said something to the effect that my last dance–to Rare Earth’s “I Just Want to Celebrate”–was about to begin, and I invited folks to come join me for my last dance in about five minutes.  Then I stood back to take a photo of my banner with my phone (and thank you, Cheryl Smith for making me get in the photo).  As I gathered my final few things together and got the picture, people began to appear in my area, probably not sure what on earth I was going to do.  But, honestly, all I did was dance.  I cranked up the sound, and I danced.  To celebrate.  I urged onlookers to join me, and some few did dance as they held cell phones to videotape my rare office performance.  Most people smiled.  (Okay, how could you not smile at a 300+ pound woman doing the 70’s wiggle dance to “I Just Want to Celebrate”?)  And when the dance ended, I got hugs…. hugs and best wishes.  There were a few tears (and some of them weren’t mine).  There were cards and well wishes… and that’s how I ended my last day at work.

Now I gotta get busy!  The Chase is On!

DREAM BIG!  I always do.

Peggy!

Comments

  1. I am soooo proud of you my friend!!!!!

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