Dare I allow myself to hope? I reviewed the financial situation again today (something I've put off for as long as possible) and it looks as though I may be able to retire from full-time employment in two years.

With my pension, plus social security, I could then work just part time and have the opportunity and time to do some of the many other things I'd like to do.

Or even...gasp...retire completely from the 8 - to - 5 work world and do the kind of work that has little or no pecuniary remuneration but is meaningful and productive and protective of those who have no voice of their own, of a world which needs all the protection and healing we humans can give it.

Sure, I sound like a batty old lady. So what? I'm not here to look good, but to do what needs doing as best I can during whatever productive years I have left. I used to be embarrassed by talking about caring for others and finding a purpose in life--it sounds so New Age and affected--but I find those ideas resonate deeply within me.

I never cared much for money. Money can't buy me love, only food, clothing and shelter. Whatever is left over after my needs are met is to be shared, not hoarded. (Well, maybe a book or two, and food for the friends-in-fur as well.) I sound preachy tonight. Guess I need some sleep.
Good night!