RETIREMENT!! What a nice word. The dream of traveling around without worrying about having to go to work every day. FREEDOM! Well, that is the dream if you have the money to do it. IF you are in my situation reality may be a little less glamorous and a lot more humble. Bring your coffee can because you AIN'T using mine!!
As a child, Iever really thought about my parents. They were there when I needed something and to care for me. I never really thought of them as people with needs and wants and hopes and dreams. They were just people that caused me grief and yelled at me with no good reason. They made me work and do things I did not want to do. They were using me as free labor. Why did I have to do dishes, sweep the floors, mop, take out the garbage etc.? It wasn't fair what they made me do. I could not wait to get out of that house.
You ever had one o f those days? Everything is going pretty darn good. You feel good. You THINK you look good. Looking girly and feminine and darn pretty. You have been out all day showing off your loveliness. Then you get home , look into the mirror, and it hits you....................................
I am at that stage in life where I just have to say what is on my mind. I have OCD, which is obsessive compulsive disorder. Sometimes my mind will grab ahold of something and will not let go until I feel I have it taken care of. I have it under control often, but there are times when a certain situation or the actions or behavior of people just drive me NUTS!! I still try to keep grinning anyway! Thus the blog title. Maybe it is just my age?? IS it because I am a woman? Maybe. Maybe not! Well, of course I have to talk about those things.
I was just thinking back to an incident that happened in my childhood. I used to go to a Catholic school. We did NOT have nuns for a very long time. I do not know why. One year we had 3 start working at the school. I remember being taught how special these women were because they were "married " to the church. They should be treated with the utmost respect , etc. So , in my child's eyes, these women were super women. They did no wrong , they were almost perfect. I guess that I also ASSUMED they were not really human.