Next Chapter: No Regrets

I will never be 55 again and I can’t go back to 25. I can only question the what-ifs and coulda, woulda, shouldas. I did what I did and I am what I am and I accept that.

I can’t say that I regret anything I’ve done – or haven’t done – in my life. Well, maybe I should have gone to prom when I was asked. Or, maybe I should have actively pursued that job at Hallmark Cards after I graduated from college. Again, coulda, woulda, shoulda.

I plan to retire from my job of almost 34 years in about 6 months. I’m not second guessing it. It’s time. It’s not as if I’m done and awaiting my last days. I feel the need to move on to something else. In retirement I want to write, learn to play guitar, learn to speak Spanish, do some volunteer work, travel, etc., etc. I still have children at home so I’ll still be involved with them, but this will be about me. I just want to wake up in the morning and make my own plans; not report to an office for 8 hours doing something I really don’t care about.

This is my next chapter; writing it as I go.