I have a good job and a great boss who I've worked with for the past 21 years. If I wasn't working, I'd probably be sitting in front of my computer all day at home. I do that here and I get paid for it. :)
I thought about trying to go to work after my husband passed away, but it's been almost three years and I'm still savorying my freedom from responsibility. I'm making a little extra money here and there and that's okay for now.
If you can do it, that's great. If I had children and grandchildren, i might feel differently, but I can't see quitting a good job to stay home and do nothing. I'll probably give it up in a couple of years when my boss retires.
Well, I'm staying home, but I'm not exactly doing nothing. I'm not doing what I want to because of some body issues. And, heaven knows, I must spend at least a total of four hours a day on SH.LOL
Because I'm being rewarded for all the crappy jobs I've endured until I started working for this boss. In between what I need to do for my job, I'm on SH. When he's out of town, I can be on here all day.
Yes... sort of....I mean I am already part way there....but rather than being afraid, I would say I am annoyed that I am slowing down and don't particularly like the restrictions that health and age create just because your body works differently after 60. The saying youth is wasted on the young is very true....In this country we work our buns off and then by the time you retire, you are too old to do everything you wanted to do when you reached retirement age. I wish I had spent more time exercising and doing fun things in my 40's and 50's. I am still vibrant in my 60's, just not quite as agile as I was before. .
Not at all I am grateful as it is a gift to get older. Learning something new, and getting to enjoy another day is wonderful. Being on the green side of the grass is good. Having said that I also must say as long as I have quality of life than it is good, when that stops than adios.
A fellow I knew in school, we played football and wrestled togather, died at 17 of a massive heart attack just bringing a load of cloths in off the line. By the time I'd been in service four years no less than 6 classmates had died in various accidents and one more of an illness.
The only thing worse than growing old, is dieing young.
You are totally right! When I was young, I was more afraid of not getting old than I've ever been about getting old. I don't want to get Alzheimers or have a stroke. That scares me.
Having said that I also must say as long as I have quality of life than it is good, when that stops than adios.
The only thing worse than growing old, is dieing young.