Retirement

Tomorrow morning I drop off my work phone, my name tag, my nurse bag,and my key. I'm done. No more work. Im retired (again). No more nurse. I have a more profound sense of what it means to be a nurse. It has defined me and given me purpose. This career gave me self worth and value. It made me a far better person, at least at work, than I thought possible.Its scary to give up this inner confidence and value.
On the other hand, I now don't have any excuse for not exploring all the other fun things life has to offer. I get quiet time, and Yoga and exercise time, coffee time, and volunteer time. Maybe...I'll even see if I can compose a grammatical and interesting paragraph or two. I can write real letters to the grandkids and think about family birthdays before (gasp!) they occur. I can learn to cook healthy meals and clean the floors. I can relax. I can read. I can research interesting information...and learn to sew. Really sew not just a wobbly line. And I can find time to discover my man again. I think he might like that. Or not!