The day has come; I wander off to think. My purpose has been accidental, and A change is coming; I am on the brink Of being somewhere I don't don't understand. The years like track that's led me to this place. December coming, ghostly falls the snow: Do I keep going, with no place to go? My markers gone, and I cannot retrace The signs I used follow ere the days I worked. Employment's supposed to be phase, And not identity, and yet I find I stumble now, and wander, cold and blind. Where it all leads I really cannot say, Or what will come, now finally comes the day.
Merry Christmas Owen, to you and yours. May you have a happy, healthy New Year.
And to you and yours, as well.
Merry Christmas!
Lovely writing. Are you retiring?
Merry Christmas to you, as well!
As to retiring, not yet; but, a number of my co-workers have recently, and I was trying to relay my impressions of some of what they were feeling.
I’m fifty-eight, so it’s not that far off for me.
I am 57. But I had to leave my job at 47 due to my disability progressing. I was a vocational rehabilitation counselor for the state. I helped people with disabilities become employed. I loved my job… I loved my clients… The politics, not so much. Retiring definitely requires a shift in consciousness. But it’s good! And mostly it’s good because I thoroughly enjoy my time with my husband!
When you get the opportunity to retire… I wish you a wonderful next chapter!💜