I only have six and a half more years until I am sixty-five years old. I cannot imagine that. Others I know are counting down the days until they can retire. I am counting down the days in a different way. I want to keep going. I don't want to quit. I don't want my career to end. It will end when it does, and I am sure it will be OK, but for now, I want to keep going.
While others were busy getting their education and getting their careers started, I was busy in a life as an active alcoholic. And then it took me ten years of serious, nearly full-time work, to get sober. When I was 42 years old, I was ready to start work in earnest and start college. Kind of a late start, eh? So, no, at the age of 58 and a half, I am not nearly ready to think about retiring.
So I am grateful that I have a place to go this morning. And they actually want me there and pay me to be there.
Sounds like a good deal all the way around.