Yesterday morning I had an entirely new thought. On my way to work, listening to the radio, hearing the weather forecast, I thought – I want to take a bike ride this afternoon. I don’t want to go to work, like forever. I want to retire. Financially, it would be insane. But I am tired of working and dealing with infantile people.
My daughter and I went to the grocery store at lunch time. While we were there, we ran into someone I used to work with. He retired 2 years ago. His facial color used to be a sort of yellow/grey, his affect was defeated, and he was so so unhappy. Yesterday, there he was, with a healthy glow, smiling and laughing. He didn’t think he could afford to retire (we had this conversation many times), but there he was, happy as can be.
I just need to march in there this morning and deal with what I need to deal with. It feels like I am terminally tired. Little shitty shenanigans really suck the joy out of me.
With God all things are possible. I can get through this.