I started working when I was 16 or 17. I was a waitress in a Denny’s restaurant. I was working with my friend who became my husband. He was the greeter/host/seater for customers. I got married at 20 and had my first child by the next year. I stayed home for about 1 1/2 years and went back to work. I had our 2nd child right before my 23rd birthday. I stayed home another couple of years and then money needs sent me back to work.
I am now 64 years old. I have worked most of the time over those years. I stayed home one summer and baked bread and gained a lot of weight but thoroughly enjoyed that hot buttered bread. I went back to work. I once again took a short time off, going back to school to finish my bachelors degree and work toward a masters, but had to work part-time to help pay the expenses. The point is, I’ve worked about 45 years or so and it becomes a way of living, a way of doing.
Now that I am not working, my day and my thinking is quite different. I am concerned with health issues and physical therapy. I leave the house only for doctors appointments and then have to physically recover for several days afterwards. My world has gotten much smaller. I watch t.v. and read. I read and write blogs. I do my exercises. I take naps.
Day-to- day gets repetitious, but it can change.I worked in the same industry for almost 30 years before my situation changed. I have found the change frightening and unexpected. I have enjoyed the rest from work, but coping with new realities has been a challenge. I don’t know what the future holds for me. It is still unclear. And so day-to-day also becomes a way of living my life without knowing the next step. It is a journey of unknowns as well as lessons in patience and dependence in faith. It is a new twist in the path. And so the journey continues…