March 1 is tomorrow - the day I’ve been waiting for all year long!
This is the day that I will officially be on Medicare. For the past year I have been uninsured, walking on eggshells, hoping that I wouldn’t get sick or injured. And now, the day is almost here, and I can feel the weight lifting from my shoulders.
I didn’t think I would look forward to becoming 65 so much. But under the circumstances, it looks like a pretty good number to be. I guess I could say that I am retirement age, but realistically, my days of leisure are still a few years away. Most of my visions of retirement evaporated into the mist last year, being replaced by one of continuing to work, earning a living, and preparing for that day when I will sit down in my easy chair, pick up my book or knitting needles, and watch the world go by from my window while I sip a cup of herb tea. YUCK! Is that my vision – REALLY??
Instead, as of tomorrow I’ll be insured (somewhat), still working, not yet drawing Social Security, and gazing at the world with fresh eyes, not from a window, but from a broader perspective. My budget is tight, my jeans are loose, my head is clear, and my future is fuzzy. I don’t know what this day will bring my way, much less the next year. I am traveling a new road, taking in the sights, picking up souvenirs, and finding people (and animals) to travel with and stories to share along the way.
Now all I have to do is make it through today without tripping, falling, running into something, or otherwise causing injury to myself. I’ve done it for a year- I think I can manage it for one more day!
March 1 - HERE I COME!!