I Was Never Going to Retire
I was never going to retire.
I will be dragged out in a body bag at ninety-two I told everyone.
God laughed at my silliness.
He made the drive more difficult, harrowing drivers who almost kill me daily.
He gave me asthma in the hardest way possible.
I took twelve sick days in January and February.
God turned my asthma into pneumonia twice.
Showing me that I am not the boss of me.
I realized that it was time for me to give up my job.
I am retiring in twelve days.
This means no more forty-five-minute drive each way to work.
And I will not have to leave my home in the winter, so that is nice.
It took me a long time to agree that this is going to be the best for me.
I will be 72 years young on May 31st.
Retiring June 1st.
It was time.
Thank you God.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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