The older I get, the more I want to taste retirement.
Last year a guy at work that I had spent a little time getting to know, died. We went out to lunch a couple of times. He was a former drug addict that had lost every thing and came here to start anew.
He met someone, got married, and we rarely chatted. He was around my age or a little older. He was happy, just started a new and better paying position. Died in his sleep!
I have so many stories in my mind that help me to stay focused. I get to take advantage of my solo rides by reminding myself to not get in a hurry. I walk fast. I hurry up and do this and do that. Not much patience so I am a continuing to be a work in progress.
I just now got a call from a 1st cousin in a neighboring state. I did not recognize her number so declined it. She left a message.
"I've had a busy couple of years and decided I needed to slow down so I called to check on your dad and would like to come visit"
Her parents had both died from Alzheimer's previously. She has never done this before. I'm surprised!
I have just one big wish before I die. I do not want to feel like I'm not done yet. We don't get that choice do we?
Oh well! I still catch myself wanting this day to be over, for the weekend to get here, for my retirement age to get here, and on and on. Why? What is the freakin hurry?
Right! Time for lunch...