Hello from the sunset. The one ridden off into at the end.
I’m putting together Sunset Scenarios and Protocols. I always picture the ride-away is on a horse. But it can be in a car or train or even walking on down the road for that matter. It can be alone or with fellow riders. With a big recessional parade and lobster dinner or quietly out the back door.
For me, it’s not the end of working, merely the end of one chapter. A pause before I start the next job. Feels like being a college freshman. So many options. I’ve accepted it’s true that because of age, there are some things I’ll never do. Won’t birth another baby, won’t work as a lineman and won’t be a homecoming queen. However rethinking that last one since I found out about a nursing home which has a prom for the older residents once a year. Could still be crowned a queen.
So many jobs I’d enjoy. From organizing and managing big projects to being a greeter/receptionist in an office or lobby. Could work full time or 10 hours a week. I’ve thought about being a phlebotomist, pharmacy tech, or hospital administrator. (They need me.) I like to work and always have. I’ll land somewhere new doing something new. And bring the gifted mess that I am to my job.