So I almost had a meltdown in Wal Mart this morning...what in the world?!
I was returning some shorts that were too big..for Ryan, not me and before I knew what was happening, tears welled up.
I keep looking around every where I go and thinking to myself,
"In a few weeks, my life as I've known it for over 30 years is coming to a close."
Retirement should be a happy time...
new roads to travel, spare time to fill and new canvases to paint.
Why the long face?
It happened at the Self Checkout.
This is pitiful to admit, but I have never (and I mean that seriously) had time, when shopping in Wal Mart, to learn how to operate the Self Checkout. This morning, I did. It was early and there were no shoppers in sight...the only checkout I was close to was the Self one and the lady wouldn't take me except I do it myself. At first, I was ticked off, but then she came by my side and helped me step by step. She was so nice and told me they were getting more self check outs...she said, "Guess they won't need to hire so many of us then."
For some reason that just hurt me for her.
Tears welled and I had no idea how to answer that and I stupidly said, "Thank you for helping me. This is like pumping gasoline for the first time."
She replied, "It IS, isn't it? Well, you have a good day now,ok?"
I wondered if she would have one...a good day, a good life, I mean.
I wondered if she would have one...a good day, a good life, I mean.
Life moves on, doesn't it?
Self Checkout is just one more thing to add to the "I learned to do this today" column. Retirement will be the same, I suppose. One more thing I learned to handle. Don't get me wrong...it's what I truly want and need to do, but it, like pumping your first tank of gas, is a little unsettling. My friend, Emily, said it will take me 3-4 months not to feel tired anymore. And my friend, Libby said it would take me longer than that not to always "feel" like I should be doing something.
All bets are off...I hope so.
