It’s hard these days for me to think of anything but retirement because it is coming soon. Every move I make seems to matter in terms of how it will impact my final departure from work.
Work. How I have dreamed of not working for so many years. Not getting up early. Not wearing clothes that look stupid. Being able to say the things I want to say and do the things I want to do. What pleasure awaits me!
I shall sleep, eat, awaken, and work when I feel like it, soon. Soon, I will determine what the events of my days and nights will be with a feeling of abandon the likes of which I will recall only from much younger days!
Autonomy! Peace! Pot! Time to write whenever I want to! Sleeping in! Such is the life of the late bloomer on a quest for freedom!