Flo and Friends by Jenny Campbell for July 20, 2023

I miss the dental insurance.

It is usually late in life you get perspective. My Dad was the only one of 5 brothers to go to college, to take a career that took him a thousand miles from home and stressed every nerve he had (trainmaster/superintendent on the RR, a 24 hour job). My Brother and I were in our fifties before we really acknowledged that we were also both “stress eaters”, continually taking jobs that demanded everything we were able to do. Often taking work we were unqualified for and learning on the fly…sink or swim…barely above water. Now 7 years retired, I feel embarassed to admit I miss the stress…the electricity of driving to work with a thousand problems waiting for me. Of course this also kills you, literally..enough health problems for three people. But like they say, the heart wants what the heart wants…suicidal or not.

The steady income.

I don’t miss anything about working.

I miss being able to get twice as much done in a day with half the recovery time.

The one thing I don’t miss was the commute.

Nearly 64, working remotely, and hoping to retire in about six years. Not anticipating missing a thing.