I’m closing in on the last stage of my life. Not there yet, but they say it begins at 65 and I’m not far from that. I remember feeling old at 35. I never, EVER, imagined myself at social security age. I still don’t.
What I do imagine is taking more time to do things I want to do. I want to be able to simply say “NO” sometimes.
I’m looking for time to actually READ a book… not listen to one while I’m in the shower or feeding dogs.
I still want to work.
I mostly love what I do — I just don’t want to be building a career anymore. I don’t want to feel guilty when I take a vacation or leave for a day just to bug around.
I want a simpler journey.
This isn’t a “van life” narrative — or even a “tiny home” story. It’s certainly won’t be a travel blog. I hope instead it’s just a tale of slowing down and enjoying life a little more every day.