At the edge

So now, I have the money. It's in the bank. True, there's apparently a five-day delay before the checks are cleared, but, practically speaking, it's done. I can start.

Now what?

It's not that much different, being at the edge of the cliff, when you had known you were going over for weeks. I can't say it's a radical life-changing experience. But it is sobering. Now the question is, why don't I hand in my notice on Monday? What would hold me back?

There's good reason, like getting some dental work done while I have good insurance, or some other useful but until now put-off task. But aren't those excuses? Shouldn't I just start? I'm trying to figure out how much of my wanting to get those last tasks done is fear. That's hard to tell, at this point, because while I do feel fear, the excitement is there too. They seem to be working independantly.