I've let my employer know that I'm retiring. I'm shocked at the number of people that tell me I'm so lucky even after I tell them that my husband made this possible. I'd work another twenty years if it meant I had him to come home to. It's been almost 7 months and I cry going home. Every damn day. It's time to make a change and not working a steady job will be a big one, but I'm ready. I will work. I've got an old house that needs repairs. I have two grandsons that haven't seen the ocean yet. I need to get myself back and that might be the toughest job of all. Lucky my ass.
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