Another Day Another Dollar

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When I was young and raising my children I worked as an RN. I loved it. I never felt as if I was working. I used to dream about the time I could retire and do everything I was eager to try. Quilting, photography, and line dancing were some of the things. I did learn to quilt and take up photography, but I could never get my husband to go line dancing.

I always wanted to travel to Ireland, Rome, and Wales, as well as travel through the States. Overseas travel was never going to happen as my husband was afraid to fly. LOL, I did fly to Hawaii with my grown daughter to attend a program her sister was in. It was beautiful!

What I didn’t expect was my husband dying before we were able to see the rest of the country. And I didn’t expect to be working full time after I retired because I can’t afford to live without the income. I wish I had done some things differently in the past. But there is no sense in crying over spilled milk. It is what it is. So, I feel blessed that I am capable of working. And, I have actually grown to love my job. I am just working at a local dollar store but we have some of the nicest customers and my co-workers are great.

I hope to be able to continue to work for another year and then I think I will be in a position to really retire. I have this image of myself becoming a lady of leisure. Maybe traveling or just enjoying where I am and letting my imagination and the wonderful photos I see from my WordPress family fulfill my desire to see distant places.

We all have to make changes in our lives due to circumstances beyond our control. What makes those changes successful is the faith that I am right where God wants me to be and His grace will give me the strength to go forward.

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