I’ve been quiet sorry. Life has been busy and I’ve neglected doing the things that make me happy.

There has also been doubt, what’s the point?

What’s the point in writing who reads anyway.

I know people do and I thank you. And by me sharing my thoughts, writing them down it helps untangle them in my head.

Because my thoughts are like the fairy lights at Christmas, like that forgotten necklace or that ball of wool. So tangled so confused.

How do I begin?

Retirement used to be such a far away thought now I can just about see it on the horizon.

There is a fear not of growing old but of not being fulfilled.

Wasting my life.

For me I’d like to retire by the sea, have a bucket list of all the things I want to see and do. Mainly travel. I don’t want to be sat in my sofa watching others enjoy themselves I want to experience it myself.

I don’t want to creak when I stand up I want to still run and jump.

I want to travel, meet new people, learn new things, laugh more, cry less.

Drink delicious wine, eat more lovely food, walk on the beach with my dog.

Sleep deep

Dream deep

Love deep

Feel warm, content go to bed with a smile and wake up grateful for the day.

That’s what I’d like my retirement to be.

Thank you for reading x