It’s Retirement–Day 9–and while my body understands what happened, I’ve noticed a cerebral hitch in my get-along. I can’t relax. I’m wound up tighter than a __________. You may fill in the blank. Be kind. I’ve mentally cut people off this past week. I’m not sorry. I want them to stop talking. I’m nearly choking…
Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change. ~ Stephen Hawking Gandalf saw his doctor, and he didn’t want to go. Sinks must feel much safer, a thing I didn’t know. He assessed his new surroundings, thought it through and through. He took immediate action and said, “Forget, you!” If he can do it, so…
Got up. (Tripped over the rug, actually, but I stayed vertical.) Had breakfast. (I LOOKED AT the fruit bowl; does that count?) Brushed my teeth, used inter-dental brush. (Once a hygienist….BTW, have you flossed today? I’m talking to you, yeah, you. Don’t be messing with me; we can always tell, and you know I’ll ask…
In two days I walk away from the working world, I hope for the last time. It’s goodbye Working Me and hello spotless homemaker Retirement Me. My knickers are in a knot. My limbs are tingling, the fight-or-flight alarm is coursing through my veins. I can’t sit still or focus. I want to run (but…
Have you ever wondered how it would be the day you retire? How it would feel? Most of us joke, even yearn for it, but the truth is, until it’s actually here, I don’t believe we have a clue. How have you prepared? You know it’s coming. I don’t think it registers, truly settles in…
Anxiety. Fear. Breath-taking. Make that take-the-life-out-of-me-lung-deflating. Beauty. Peace. Energized. Make that filling-me-with-new-life-energized. Retirement.
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