It seems like our lives are filled with getting things done - often for our children or others. We squeeze as much into our hours as we can - like a small circus car filled with clowns. And we're proud of how much we get done - looking away whenever we see something that reminds us of who we were once. Then when this thing called retirement creeps into view - like a dust cloud approaching in our rear view mirror - we get all antsy and concerned. What is it? What does it want from me? And when we realize it's all rather benign we try to think of all the things we can now do and get fretful that we've forgotten much of what was once so important. But it returns, slowly at first and then at greater speeds until it's out in front and we're chasing after it again. 😊🌹