One week and counting...

Leaving in one week. Am I ready??
Working thru Friday and then wrapping up loose ends and packing. I can't believe I'm leaving. After so many years longing to leave, I'm apprehensive to go. I feel like the tiger at the Oakland Zoo. For years I watched that majestic cat walk the fence line of his beautiful enclosure. His environment had all the amenities a tiger could hope for, but still he paced until a deep path was worn around the perimeter. I've often wondered if he would know what to do if granted freedom. Now here I am. I feel like that tiger with the gate to my pen held open and I'm hesitant. Will I know what to do? Will I use this time to create a new life for myself? Will I find the artist buried deep in my soul? Will I heal my wounded heart and grow into the person I long to be?