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Feeling Lost and Loved - I'm reposting this now that I'm retired

I've been doing what I do for a very long time to make a living.  I've been at my job for 32 years.  I've loved my job for the most part every minute.  I have had down times, and very seldom have I felt that it was time to leave.

That has changed over the last few weeks.  I've had a run of emotions during that time; anger, frustration, overlooked, out-of-the-loop.  There was no single thing that caused this, but an accumulation of things that have happened.

I literally ran away from work this week - I took a week off on a moment's notice.  This is something I have never done before in my life - with the exception of funerals.  My plan was to never go back.  I was going to retire and just walk away from everything I knew.  Not that I was prepared for this, because I know I need another job.  But, I was planning to just go forward and if I had to work at Arctic Circle or Walmart I was prepared to do it.  I went so far to go to the city and get all my paperwork ready to leave.

I'm still not sure of what the future holds.  I know what my own plan is and there is nothing in my foreseeable future to change that course.  I do intend to go back to work on Tuesday.  I have one thing to finish up and that should give me closure - from there I can feel comfortable leaving.

The reason I bring this up?  I have had so much love and support over this week that I have been so overwhelmed.  Ted has been my rock.  He has listened to me cry, rant, bawl and laugh, one to the other over the span of a few minutes during the last few weeks.  He has been there with hugs and anything else I need.  He has listened and has said, "balls to the wall sweetheart - you do what you need to do". My kids have been there - Crystal has cried with me, KayeLynn and Rodger has been there with hugs and have listened to me.  My mom has worried about me and has called numerous times to see how I am doing.  They have all listened to me.  They have given me incredible support.  I felt that no matter what I do, I would be OK.  I love each and every one of them and their incredible ability to deal with my ups and downs over this last week.

I also had the support of five incredible friends.  I also learned who has my back and supports me through thick and thin.  I appreciate each of these five women from here to the moon and then back.

They have listened, they have counselled, they have loved me and worried about me.  I love each of you and I thank you all for loving me unconditionally.




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