There was a time when I just didn’t think I was gonna live a long and happy life. My oldest brother had died of lung cancer at the age of 57. My mother had died of lung cancer at the age of 59 and my dad died of lung cancer at the age of 63. I smoked from the age of 11 until I was 58.
So with that kind of family history, I tended to not worry too much about life after 60. No savings accounts, no long-term investment accounts, and definitely no registered retirement funds.
But I have been lucky enough to have some wonderful children who have made sure that my old age is a comfortable one. Shelter, a good home, and I always have food in the fridge. I have been able to enjoy these last six years because I could semi retire, working only four hours a day. I work with young children and they provide me with joy Monday to Friday.
I have my walking and my photography. I can create something beautiful. I find happy every day. Even in this horribly cold February days. Some days are still struggles but I try to ensure tomorrow will be a top quality day. This last full moon almost did me in but I survived. I will tell some full moon stories soon. Have a great week.
May I be safe. May I be healthy. May I be happy. May I live with ease.