There will be more time for this, I guess. Maybe that’s a good thing. We’ll see, won’t we?
Well, I tried.
I retired in late November last year. I couldn’t handle the physical or emotional pain, though I made a huge effort. Suddenly cast into this new life, there were few things I knew and one of those was I had to keep working. Right?
Most folks told me that even if I was working because I needed the money, I also needed to get out and see people. I never did really get that. Still, when I am with others it makes the day go by faster and gives me something to think about besides, “What’s for lunch/supper?”
Yesterday was supposed to be my “easy” day on the job. Turned out to not be the case because the pain was horrendous. As hard as it was to admit it, I knew the time had come.
I retired this morning. Again, and for good.
I won’t look past today if I can help it. I think I would have ended up having to do my job from a wheelchair. I was that close.
During the months I was first retired, I noticed a slight improvement in the pain. I’ll take that any day. I do know I can’t continue to aggravate the situation.
So, I’m right in there with all of you who don’t have to dread Mondays. Although from what I remember from the first retirement, we can tend to forget what day it is anyway. Fine by me – there are worse things.
We’re heading into fall, my favorite time of year. I’m retired, having a birthday, and looking forward to finishing one novel and starting another in November. Life, as they say, is good.