One Month Left

I've got one more month to go on my job. After that, I don't know. It's a wierd mix of feelings. Will I get freedom or will I be entering a form of Hell? Is there something inherently scary about having freedom? When you have it then there really aren't any more excuses. ex. Why am I so out of shape? I'm so busy I just don't have the time to work out as consistently as I'd like. Why does your yard look so poor? I just don't have the time to put into it. See, no more excuses. I almost have to become a better person. How do I not make good use of my time if I have the freedom to do it? I'm still hopeful that I will have another job before then, but I've been hopeful of that for six months now. I'm also going to be the last one leaving my department. How pathetic does that look? Everyone else has been able to move on, but not me. Oh well, enough of the pity party I'm going to try to enjoy the rest of the virtual freedom that I've got right now.