I recently took a giant step - whether it was a step forward or backward is a question yet to be answered.
I left a steady, paying - not that much, but it was a regular paycheck - job in order to do
freelance work from home. There were lots of reasons - 50 - 60 hour weeks, board of director
politics (what else is new!), and sheer exhaustion. I loved the work itself - that was never
an issue. But... it was time.
Time. I see a theme evolving here.
Was it time for me to leave my job? Yes.
Was it time for me to spend more time with my husband? Yes.
Was it time for me to spend more time with my grandchildren - and the people they live with? Yes! Most definitely Yes!
Will I use my new-found extra time well and wisely? I hope so.
Will this so called freedom - which is making me extremely nervous - allow me to spend more time doing the things I enjoy? I hope so.
And of course the biggest question of all:
How much time do I really have left - is it running out? I don't know.
This is a question that has occurred to me more often recently than ever before.
Perhaps, because I've got too much time on my hands...
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if you are worried about aging, than I should be in an absolute panic, as I am sure to go long before you.
I have chosen to live each day to the "max" and not sweat the small stuff. 99% of life is small stuff.
I am excited about more time together and I look forward to the next plateau in "Ralph & Carol's Excellent Adventure"
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