REALLY good to hear from you,
Isabella! As you can tell from our posts, everybody was worried about you. Whew! What a full plate you've got, lady! Luckily, the ONE thing that we can always count on in life is that things will change - so hopefully you'll get a chance to rest sometime soon.
Well, I'm in the office for the last time - or at least the last time until next Wednesday. Oh,
PT, I am definitely over the top of sixty...turned 64 in April, and am danged MAD that I have to work until I'm 66 to collect my full social security check! (That's assuming the still have Social Security in another 20 months!) Believe me when I say that I have a "countdown chart" that shows how many weeks I have left to work, along with other important dates, one of which was last week when I reached the ten year mark at my job and am now fully vested 100% in my retirement fund, which was a milestone that I definitely wanted to reach, let me tell you! Every time I get really sick of working and think about taking early retirement, I remind myself that cutting out early will end up costing me in the long run...provided I live that long, I mean. It's a bit of a dilemma, actually...my old "what if I get run over by a truck" theorizing. I can't pass my retirement along to anyone else, nor can I assign social security benefits to anyone else. So, what if I work right up to my 66th birthday, and THEN get run over by a truck? I will have wasted a couple of years when I could've been retired and coming and going as I pleased (although on a tighter budget, of course.)
Freda, first of all, I will never see either a size 6 OR a size 4, so reading that had me rushing to look over at your height...whew....sigh of relief. If you were MY height in a size 6 (and aiming for a 4) I would've had a tantrum for sure!
(And then gone into a closet and quietly starved myself to death). Nuh-uh. For ME, a size 12 is perfectly acceptable, and maybe a 10 is ideal. I'm usually willing to settle for the 12, since I'm so bad at denying myself over the long term. Inevitably, I will eat that cookie or piece of cake, and can do that in a size 12, but once I'm in a 10 (which I have been, on and off) it's a constant battle, and one that I no longer care to fight, to be honest. But, ASIDE from all that, I'm not sure that my increased desire for my own company is about caring less about what others think, because at the risk of sounding really snotty (and you KNOW I'm not!) I've always been pretty much unconcerned about that. Not COMPLETELY unconcerned, by any means, but definitely not OVERLY concerned. So I don't feel like that's it so much as just a natural desire to slow down, make way for the younger folks to step up to the plate, so to speak, and give in a bit more to what I want to do as opposed to what I
think I ought to do. (Except, of course, for the whole business of work now, enjoy the rewards later, or take my time now and make do with less
) And,
having said all that, I just gave up my day to myself tomorrow (DH will be at Old Sturbridge Village) by agreeing to take care of the twins and their big sister while my daughter and her husband go out to Connecticut to see her FIL who just had surgery for prostate cancer. I just saw my "me" day fly away on little gossamer wings....
Oh, well.
Hello, and happy Thursday to everyone else! (Good going with the weight loss,
Rosey...hello, dear
Karen(s), hi
Mary, hi
Lynn...hope your SIL is doing better, and hi
Gayle! (I KNOW I'm missing somebody! Auuurrrgh. Sorry.)
Z