As I’m transitioning into retirement, I’m finding that the guilt baggage follows me. I wake up at night worrying about problems from my old job that are over and done with, things I should have done better or people I could have treated better. These demons love to cavort at night and to remind me of all my shortcomings and inadequacies.
Nothing changes life more than bringing home a tiny bundle who does little more than eat, cry, poop and sleep. Even for those over the moon happy with the prospect of parenthood, stress is part of the equation. Sleeping, eating, going to the bathroom or watching a TV show — all become juggling acts.
All good things must come to an end, and with sadness I pulled up the remnants of my tomato vines this morning. I dug up the long poles that they were attached to, carried them to the shed and put the bed to sleep for the winter. May through July is such an exciting time… Continue reading Time for Everything
Life is changing Under the Magnolia Tree! Now we have two retired folks living here and we have not killed each other yet, although there are days when we just keep out of each other's way. Transitions are not always easy. But despite the adjustments, I am loving retirement. I love the freedom and the time. I love that my… Continue reading Transitioning
About this time last year, I was out shopping and enjoying one last day of freedom before pre-planning started for the school year. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t shake the “back to school” anxiety that had kicked in and my stomach was already twisting into knots. I knew that no matter what I… Continue reading You Got This
Under the Magnolia Tree 