In your life have you ever hit the reset button?
I’m not talking about walking out on spouse and kids mega reset. Sometimes I
get to the point I quit; it doesn’t matter how long I’ve been doing whatever,
when it’s over. That’s a little reset.
Some people become something when they graduate;
they do that their entire lives. Others explore more options, resetting our
image to reflect new interests.
Some resets you want; you pray for them to happen,
but hurricane, recession, accident, anything can reset your life.
After three years of living in the twilight land of
I give a shit, caring, hoping, and wanting, welcome; haven’t seen you in a long
time.
“Are you ever satisfied,” my husband occasionally asked,
as I careened from one goal after another. My productive years of being, doing,
and giving gave me an action adventure. I could have done differently, but
wouldn’t. “Yeah, Honey, I’m satisfied.”
Retirement, alone is a reset different from what I
had in mind. I saw myself pushing his wheelchair all over the world.
Sixty-eight seems late to hit the reset; what are
my options?
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