Retirement is one of the best things that has happened to me. Salvation, having my daughter, and having had wonderful parents come first. Working forty five years is a long time. But keeping a job is something that we all have to do to support ourselves and meet our basic needs. While I was working and before that going to school, I didn't think about retirement or growing older. There was a time when I was the youngest person on my jobs and then before retirement, I was one of the oldest at 62. Every year coworkers retired and then it was my time. It's a humbling experience to know your career is coming to an end. It was time. I was physically, mentally, and emotionally tired. The quick, savvy, and wanting to help everyone person changes with age. Add on health issues and taking medications. I loved my nursing career but it's a hard occupation. Also physically, mentally, and emotionally. It impacts the mind and body. A lot of medical conditions started when I became a nurse and I think they were related to the stress of the job. After I retired my hair which had thinned and loss length, started to grow again. I didn't do anything different in the way of medication, eating, or hair products. I believe that the years of stress impacted my hair. Always thought age and menopause was the case. Maybe not.
I have a friend I met at work over 35 years ago, also a nurse. She has been a faithful supportive friend when we worked together, not worked at the same job, and now. Through raising my daughter, getting married, divorce, and death of my parents, she's been there. True friends are very few and hard to find. I think I won't be searching for more. Some turn out to not be committed to the friendship. That can be seen over time. Some friends are only for a season and reason, and I had to learn this.
I miss my coworkers and the camaraderie. I realize that work relationships don't always transition to friendships outside of work. That's okay with me. It was nice to have had supportive coworkers every day and to also be there to support them. I don't miss all the job required. My sister told me to take time to decompress. I retired in September and thought that I had, but know that I haven't. I've started having nightmares about work and all the situations that can happen being a nurse. I wake up sometimes screaming, talking, as if I'm still in the dream. I realize that I probably have post traumatic stress disorder form years of working in a demanding, legally responsible, job. Nurses aren't always supported by employers patients, or clients. My motto, follow the laws for my practice, and never do anything to be sued or result in loosing my license and I've done that.
People ask me, are you going to work part time? No! I don't think I will. Thank God for pensions, savings, and social security. I've never lived above my means so I knew the transition into decreased income with retirement wouldn't be difficult. Of course I'd love to live in a different neighborhood. Some place in a woodland setting where I can walk on my own property among the trees and nature. That was always my goal. I'm not disappointed that it didn't make it happen. I could still make that happen, but it's not important now. I have less years left than I've lived. I can't imagine having to pay mortgage again or worse rent that rises every year. For now, I'll continue to Bloom where I'm planted.
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