"The Unbearable Truth... Fear Eats The Soul"

What a strange time of life this has become... Last night, Husband and I went to dinner with a retirement advisor. It was quite unsettling for me to talk of a day when I won't be working. I struggle to imagine it, but surely that day will come, if I'm lucky.

In January, at a conference in Orlando, a presenter was polling the audience about how long we'd been people leaders. You know, "Raise your hand if you've been a people leader for at least 5 years..." Then, "Keep your hand up, if you've been a people leader for 10, 20, 30 years..." etc. In this room full of people, when they got to 40 years, only my hand was still up. It was then that I realized how young most of the other faces in the room looked and I thought to myself, "Yes, it's time to start thinking about a day when I won't be working anymore."

Husband has been retired for more than 10 years already due to his bad heart, and sometimes I do envy his carefree days. He takes naps whenever he wants to and occupies his time reading, and doing art projects, and enjoying himself while running errands and visiting friends. I sometimes even resent working the long hours I do while he hardly seems to notice. But even so, I still can't seem to picture myself doing the same. I guess time will tell. I'm hoping I've got 10 years left to work, "We shall see."