Thursday, January 22, 2009

A Long Time Coming

So a few months ago (a year?...whatever) I woke up after a night short on sleep, groggy and fumbling for snooze, desperately thinking, “How much longer do I have to do this?”

I assure you, Dear Reader, the thought was alien. I have a retirement fund (recently dwindled to near non-existence), so I have consciously considered that far-off mythical date. But in that half-asleep shut-that-damn-alarm-off state, the word retire would sound like gibberish if someone uttered it. Pffft. The word shoes wouldn’t make any sense to me in that state.

That morning, though, I could feel it…it was as real as rain and just down the road a piece. It was like I had longed for it with every breath.

Just the act of thinking that phrase, “How much longer…?” woke me up, and I laughed like a loon. “What am I thinking? Retirement is an old people’s word. I’ve got a quarter of a century before I can retire. Where did that come from?”


Never mind, I know where it came from. I guess I should ask why it took so long to get here.
(Original photo by twob, some rights reserved.)


  1. Sigh. It is SO very far away. I think I shall buy myself a lottery ticket tomorrow.

  2. Momo, if I ever win, I'll kick a little your way. *wink*