Somehow it’s going to be alright. I have to tell myself this periodically when a sense of impending doom creeps in. When the worries of life whisper in my ear.
“How are you going to save for retirement?”, “When do you think you’ll actually stop working?”, and “What makes you so special?”
2. Hopefully 65, but it would be nice if some miracle happened earlier.
3. Not much really.
I don’t want to let the evil creep in and give negative thoughts any space in my head. I don’t have time for this and I don’t want to be self destructive. I’ve seen too many pity parties and no way I’m going to slide into the role of host.
That’s exactly what it is – a slide. A very simple easy ride that doesn’t seem to have an end. You scream the whole way down and realize you didn’t have it so bad to begin with. It’s only till you hit rock bottom that you realize that, but then there’s nowhere to go but up! Right? Right.