Dear Sue, I thoroughly enjoy your posts and look forward to seeing your name up there on my email. So many distractions, there is always something more interesting or more pressing to do than actually doing what I am supposed to be doing, which is art and trying to make a living from it. One thing for sure I will never be rich, too many distractions.
Those dopamine hits are real. I’m trying to wean myself away from FB & Insta because Zuck. Also I miss original Insta, all photos no promo or video. And OG Twitter which was where I got *real* news during Hurricane Sandy and Occupy Wall Street.
I cancelled Netflix to keep me from Zombieing out. Of course there’s still Roku. Tubi. MUBI. But one addiction at a time.
I save my FB video dive for the middle of the night, because who needs sleep?
Enjoyed reading your post so much this morning. I can relate. I stay away from social media in the mornings if possible. I like to have my green tea and do some EFT tapping, meditation or yoga to start my mornings. All the madness in the world makes me crazy and it’s on all platforms now. When I first got on SubStack a year ago it didn’t have all the political posts. I have FB and Instagram but don’t go there much anymore except to post on my stories. So many distractions in a day. I was obsessed with jigsaw puzzles during pandemic years. Now I do word search puzzles. I read at short intervals. I love streaming movies in the evenings. If weather permits I walk during the day. I love freedom of doing whatever I please. I get bored easily and move on to new things. I attempted to work, at home, but I could not deal with people or stay focused and the fatigue was bad in the beginning years of oral “targeted therapy” for CLL but my body has adjusted after 6+ years and it’s not as bad.
I am retired, or shall I say forced to retire, because of CLL = chronic lymphocytic leukemia (blood cancer) and on treatment for life. Key word ‘chronic’. People think that’s the good cancer. Nope, it goes on and on, now almost 25 years. No remission. No cure. My window of energy, in a day, is short. Sometimes it’s difficult to stay focused. Foggy brain.
I am grateful and feel blessed I am alive and have the freedom to do as I please. My life partner has given me that freedom. I have an incredible husband/caretaker who works at home in his office.
Sue, I wanted to add that I feel alone and that is why I resonate with your story. I have been in isolation, from pandemic, and have chose solitude. I am high risk for picking up infections, viruses and hav been in hospital many times and almost ended up fatal. And I live in fear of being totally alone if something happened to my husband. I don’t feel I could do it alone now with leukemia. In my younger days I lived alone and had my own business. I was very motivated and independent. I am different now. I am insecure and fearful. Not sure who I am but I am working on my spirit to be a better person. Grateful for you 🙏🏼🩷
Addiction is a good word for such challenges. But for me, getting over an alcohol addiction, at my age, finally, presented as an opportunity to embrace life. Not just read about or ponder the merits of a good life and other philosophical distractions. But take a hard look and syphilis wasting what time i have left.
Those moments you mention still happen, of course, but the underlying new awareness is have enables me to develop new habits and techniques to fight them. I won't mention the specifics, because such solutions will be different for everyone.
If you see a problem, take small steps to address it. I bet your stride gets longer over time.
Hi Sue, I can relate! I do much better when I get up and get showered and dressed, even if I'm then going to work out and get sweaty I'll just shower again. I listen to lots of youtube, telling myself it's quality information, which it is . . . and yet, it is substituting for real human interaction, a way to deal with loneliness of sorts. Also look at a good bit of IG. I'm much happier at the times I can resist the urge to scroll or listen. I have a husband, he works long hours but when he is around it is nice. I do like solitude. I'm going to look at the apps you recommended as well as read the resources. For me, it's important to keep a job (albeit working mostly from my home office) to plan things to look forward to like lunch or dinner with a friend; to be on committees of meaning to me at church; having a good hard copy book (this helps me alot!); being open with others about how hard this is; giving myself a 2 hour a day outside time goal. Oh and focusing on goals for the day . . . such a common thing to hear and yet I can start doing all manner of things, but am happiest when I keep returning to things of importance for the day/week. Thank you for all your articles, they really keep me thinking and opening. While I"m married, I'm more like Jody Day, found a great love at the age of 52, now am 60. I"m no stranger to being alone. Childless as well. When a bout of grief overtakes me and holds on, the times I've opened up to specific clergy about the pain and loss, it untightens me, helps me know that a merciful, tender God put the longing in my heart and sees my heartbreak, someone sees me and it softens me. At times it's like I"m a young child with the flu and the clergy is like my mother holding my forehead while I"m vomiting into the toilet; holding compassionate space for me to allow the fur ball of grief to have its way with me, knowing an end, at least for a time, will come. When I choose to live in that, pulling myself together and living out this day in the best way I know, the equation is complete. God put the desire for family, for being part of life and sharing in sacred moments such a brushing a child's hair or christening a child and all the other rituals of having children; He sees my despair. In faith, acknowledging the above and moving with God supplied strength and courage to move forwards in life is what I am on earth to do. And yes, the fatigue, I do feel better sometimes after resting for a long period, I seem to genuinely be tired and then my inner resources are dim and my head takes over.
Amen to all of this. I love the "furball of grief." Good description. God had other plans for us besides motherhood. We just have to listen for his instructions.
I think I may have ADD or be neurodivergent. I get bored very easily. There's very little on TV that I will sit down and watch all the way thru. I have pretty much sworn off Facebook, I check it once a day or so because that is where the mayor and city council post stuff going on with the city. However I am a recovering addict and my big problem is computer games (like spider solitaire). Motivating myself to clean is only accomplished if I break it down into little itty-bitty steps. (Please don't ask me how many times I've washed the kitchen floor in 20 years.)
I tried bluesky today. It did not look terribly interesting mainly because, I would guess, I did not check politics. I am so tired of seeing the f word in everything on substack. Did not see it here. Yay. Btw deleted bluesky.
I confess to using the f word occasionally. I try not to do it in print, but occasionally it might slip out. It's difficult when we hear it on every movie and TV show these days. Let's hope the trend does pass.
Why bother? What are you passionate about Sue? What floats your boat? Do that. Try something new that gets you involved in the local community and interacting with real people instead of a screen. Volunteering? Taking a first aid course? Craftivism? Learning how to make preserves? Writing courses? Nature related activities? Check what's happening at your local library. Rethink sitting on the couch doom scrolling.
Although I will say that you could spend some time downloading any books you've purchased off Amazon onto your Kindle before that ability stops on Feb 26 2025 as Amazon consider you don't "own" your copy just a licence to view.
I did not know that about Amazon! I'll have to look into it. I actually have plenty of activities in the community. Don't need more of that. It's keeping myself going to do everything I need or want to do at home that's a problem.
Having worked at home for the past twenty years, I can relate. I fully understand the dopamine hit. Even checking email can be like pulling on a one armed bandit. Most of the time it's nothing, but sometimes the cherries line up. Will the next email be a big one? I'll just check again now.
I find wearing some sort of clothing while I'm working helps. Like putting shoes on. Could be a hat, scarf or necklace. It’s like a uniform. A visual reminder to myself that I’m working, or at least I'm supposed to be.
Whenever people say, "What difference does it make? No one's here." that attitude almost always spells trouble. Time to remind yourself that you are there and what you think of yourself matters.
Yes, you are so right. The suggestion to dress like you're going to work is a good one. PJs are comfortable but they have a psychological connection with rest and sleep.
I just read many of the comments to your article and WOW all are interesting and would not have happened without you doing your work...keep up the good fight. Thank you for your efforts.
I do have a few comments on what you wrote. Bet puzzles keep your mind active, so you are not wasting your time but rather helping your mental health...same with playing solitaire.
Funny comment about Facebook and the waving a finger and saying not during working hours. My hat, if I wore one would be off to you for maintaining or trying to keep your work schedule. I think that one of the reasons that you do is you get a feeling of accomplishment...if you don't do your work, you feel guilty or not right. I also think that for you writing is a way of life and you just gotta do it.
“It’s so easy to get off track and tell myself it doesn’t matter whether or not I do anything. I’m old…Why clean? No one is coming. Why buy groceries when it’s just you and you can eat leftovers? It’s raining. Why not walk tomorrow…It’s hard to keep at it when no one is watching. You get tired and start to think, “Why bother? Who cares? What difference does it make…”
OMG! THIS IS ME! I thought I was the only one! I’m trying to get out of this rut. I’m a fiber artist and often have numerous projects going at once. I counted six in December. I decided I wouldn’t start a new rug until these are completed and made a daily schedule and deadline for each one. At list that gets me at my frame each day. I. Also trying to cook myself a decent meal and eat in the dining room. I wouldn’t serve guests left overs in front of the TV! Cleaning the house is a tougher one but I’m making a greater effort. When that little voice says mockingly, who cares no one is coming? I reply, I’m here. I care. I deserve a clean and tidy house. In the end I think it’s about valuing ourselves and that means using our time and our gifts well instead of squandering both.
Hi Sue. I just wanted to add my thanks and admiration for your always so poignant and relevant substack posts. I find it incredible and comforting to find someone actually daring to admit in print for all to read, so many of the feelings and thoughts I have about living alone as as an older, single, childless woman without any family network for support. I find it difficult to find an out let to express these feelings because I know no one in the same position (most women I know have at least siblings, nieces, a partner or whatever) and to do so to such people sounds rather self pitying, embarrassing or even a sense of failure.
I certainly didn’t expect or want my older age to turn out this way and never thought it would - I’ve had an exciting interesting life working and living internationally, but my partner of 12 years left me for someone else when I was 62. I’m almost 70 now and don’t expect to find another compatible man at this age! My family members have either died or live far away and completely involved with their own families so have no interest in me. Couples/families don’t visit single childless people I find! I fill my days with volunteering, gardening (my own and other people’s), walking, go out to a lot of clubs, classes and events, all the things we are told to counter loneliness and ‘purposelessness’. But all that busyness doesn’t address the coming home to a dark, silent house, the long late evenings and weekends. I still love to travel and explore (which is why I don’t have a dog) but find it a massive challenge to find anyone available and compatible to go with. Singles holidays not an attractive option really - gives me a negative sense of ‘so it’s come to this!’.
Where I do differ from you is that I have chosen not to do anybody social media as I don’t enjoy any form of screen time. I much prefer face to face interaction. I enjoy Jody’s Fireside Crone webinars which is where I ‘met ‘ you and it gives me great comfort to know that I am not alone in this situation. Many thanks for all you do and best wishes to anyone else out there who feels the same.
Thank you so much, Jo. I really appreciate your kind words. As for the partner who left you at 62, what a dirty dog! It's not easy doing this solo life, but we can, and we will.
But you are writing, and you're good at it. I live alone too, and I write too, and it's pretty much all I do and it satisfies me. You are a writer, and a good one, and you find or make tie for it. Good for you. If anyone lived here with me I would hate it. I'd be irritated and btichy and even if I loved them, if they asked me if I wanted a sandwich with mayo or butter I'd be so pissed off. Can't you see I'm doing nothing? which is the same thing as writing?: lettihg the back of my mind make its way to the front? I think you're doing great, and I loved this piece.
Thank you, Abigail. Your appreciation means a lot to me. I feel the same way about interruptions. I was actually late to my meeting because I was . . . writing. The to-do pile has not moved, but it doesn't matter. Priorities.
I don't get to go out as much as I'd like to due to chronic illness. I had to stop working because of it. I recently read a substack post on purpose anxiety and I realised that this is what I've been struggling with since my husband passed away. Now that my parents have also passed away there seems to be even less purpose, not that I would still have the energy to be someone's carer, though. I have to work hard to get up each day and carry on somehow. There's lots of decluttering and cleaning to be done but finding the motivation is difficult. I rather spend the energy I have going out 2 afternoons a week to go to appointments, shopping and meeting friends than on tedious domestic chores. I have often wondered what the point is of still being here. I guess many pensioners feel that way, even if they didn't particularly enjoy their jobs. I figured that nowadays my purpose lies in doing inner work, following a spiritual path and being a good friend. According to the former pension age I'd officially be a pensioners now. I reminded myself of this to alleviate any sense of urgency or frustration. I find Buddhism very helpful for getting off the hamster wheel.
Have you considered downsizing and moving somewhere that's closer to amenities?
Sue, I think about downsizing and moving all the time. I'm giving myself a few more years. I think the reason I run on that hamster wheel so hard is my fear of purpose anxiety. If I'm not working, what is my purpose? Thank you for sharing this. I think many do feel the same way.
Dear Sue, I thoroughly enjoy your posts and look forward to seeing your name up there on my email. So many distractions, there is always something more interesting or more pressing to do than actually doing what I am supposed to be doing, which is art and trying to make a living from it. One thing for sure I will never be rich, too many distractions.
Those dopamine hits are real. I’m trying to wean myself away from FB & Insta because Zuck. Also I miss original Insta, all photos no promo or video. And OG Twitter which was where I got *real* news during Hurricane Sandy and Occupy Wall Street.
I cancelled Netflix to keep me from Zombieing out. Of course there’s still Roku. Tubi. MUBI. But one addiction at a time.
I save my FB video dive for the middle of the night, because who needs sleep?
Oh I need to try those app blockers! Substack is the main thing that gets me off track these days..... like right now.....
Enjoyed reading your post so much this morning. I can relate. I stay away from social media in the mornings if possible. I like to have my green tea and do some EFT tapping, meditation or yoga to start my mornings. All the madness in the world makes me crazy and it’s on all platforms now. When I first got on SubStack a year ago it didn’t have all the political posts. I have FB and Instagram but don’t go there much anymore except to post on my stories. So many distractions in a day. I was obsessed with jigsaw puzzles during pandemic years. Now I do word search puzzles. I read at short intervals. I love streaming movies in the evenings. If weather permits I walk during the day. I love freedom of doing whatever I please. I get bored easily and move on to new things. I attempted to work, at home, but I could not deal with people or stay focused and the fatigue was bad in the beginning years of oral “targeted therapy” for CLL but my body has adjusted after 6+ years and it’s not as bad.
I am retired, or shall I say forced to retire, because of CLL = chronic lymphocytic leukemia (blood cancer) and on treatment for life. Key word ‘chronic’. People think that’s the good cancer. Nope, it goes on and on, now almost 25 years. No remission. No cure. My window of energy, in a day, is short. Sometimes it’s difficult to stay focused. Foggy brain.
I am grateful and feel blessed I am alive and have the freedom to do as I please. My life partner has given me that freedom. I have an incredible husband/caretaker who works at home in his office.
Sue, I wanted to add that I feel alone and that is why I resonate with your story. I have been in isolation, from pandemic, and have chose solitude. I am high risk for picking up infections, viruses and hav been in hospital many times and almost ended up fatal. And I live in fear of being totally alone if something happened to my husband. I don’t feel I could do it alone now with leukemia. In my younger days I lived alone and had my own business. I was very motivated and independent. I am different now. I am insecure and fearful. Not sure who I am but I am working on my spirit to be a better person. Grateful for you 🙏🏼🩷
Addiction is a good word for such challenges. But for me, getting over an alcohol addiction, at my age, finally, presented as an opportunity to embrace life. Not just read about or ponder the merits of a good life and other philosophical distractions. But take a hard look and syphilis wasting what time i have left.
Those moments you mention still happen, of course, but the underlying new awareness is have enables me to develop new habits and techniques to fight them. I won't mention the specifics, because such solutions will be different for everyone.
If you see a problem, take small steps to address it. I bet your stride gets longer over time.
Hi Sue, I can relate! I do much better when I get up and get showered and dressed, even if I'm then going to work out and get sweaty I'll just shower again. I listen to lots of youtube, telling myself it's quality information, which it is . . . and yet, it is substituting for real human interaction, a way to deal with loneliness of sorts. Also look at a good bit of IG. I'm much happier at the times I can resist the urge to scroll or listen. I have a husband, he works long hours but when he is around it is nice. I do like solitude. I'm going to look at the apps you recommended as well as read the resources. For me, it's important to keep a job (albeit working mostly from my home office) to plan things to look forward to like lunch or dinner with a friend; to be on committees of meaning to me at church; having a good hard copy book (this helps me alot!); being open with others about how hard this is; giving myself a 2 hour a day outside time goal. Oh and focusing on goals for the day . . . such a common thing to hear and yet I can start doing all manner of things, but am happiest when I keep returning to things of importance for the day/week. Thank you for all your articles, they really keep me thinking and opening. While I"m married, I'm more like Jody Day, found a great love at the age of 52, now am 60. I"m no stranger to being alone. Childless as well. When a bout of grief overtakes me and holds on, the times I've opened up to specific clergy about the pain and loss, it untightens me, helps me know that a merciful, tender God put the longing in my heart and sees my heartbreak, someone sees me and it softens me. At times it's like I"m a young child with the flu and the clergy is like my mother holding my forehead while I"m vomiting into the toilet; holding compassionate space for me to allow the fur ball of grief to have its way with me, knowing an end, at least for a time, will come. When I choose to live in that, pulling myself together and living out this day in the best way I know, the equation is complete. God put the desire for family, for being part of life and sharing in sacred moments such a brushing a child's hair or christening a child and all the other rituals of having children; He sees my despair. In faith, acknowledging the above and moving with God supplied strength and courage to move forwards in life is what I am on earth to do. And yes, the fatigue, I do feel better sometimes after resting for a long period, I seem to genuinely be tired and then my inner resources are dim and my head takes over.
Amen to all of this. I love the "furball of grief." Good description. God had other plans for us besides motherhood. We just have to listen for his instructions.
I think I may have ADD or be neurodivergent. I get bored very easily. There's very little on TV that I will sit down and watch all the way thru. I have pretty much sworn off Facebook, I check it once a day or so because that is where the mayor and city council post stuff going on with the city. However I am a recovering addict and my big problem is computer games (like spider solitaire). Motivating myself to clean is only accomplished if I break it down into little itty-bitty steps. (Please don't ask me how many times I've washed the kitchen floor in 20 years.)
I hear you. Spider Solitaire is one of my worst addictions. I have removed it from my system before, but I got so squirrelly I had to reinstall it.
I tried bluesky today. It did not look terribly interesting mainly because, I would guess, I did not check politics. I am so tired of seeing the f word in everything on substack. Did not see it here. Yay. Btw deleted bluesky.
I'm with you on the f word. I hope it's a trend and will pass soon.
I confess to using the f word occasionally. I try not to do it in print, but occasionally it might slip out. It's difficult when we hear it on every movie and TV show these days. Let's hope the trend does pass.
Why bother? What are you passionate about Sue? What floats your boat? Do that. Try something new that gets you involved in the local community and interacting with real people instead of a screen. Volunteering? Taking a first aid course? Craftivism? Learning how to make preserves? Writing courses? Nature related activities? Check what's happening at your local library. Rethink sitting on the couch doom scrolling.
Although I will say that you could spend some time downloading any books you've purchased off Amazon onto your Kindle before that ability stops on Feb 26 2025 as Amazon consider you don't "own" your copy just a licence to view.
I did not know that about Amazon! I'll have to look into it. I actually have plenty of activities in the community. Don't need more of that. It's keeping myself going to do everything I need or want to do at home that's a problem.
So what will happen with kindle books you haven't downloaded by 26 February?
Here's a You tube video which explains it. https://youtu.be/KMoCzeGnIss?si=wZbDWMdW-wG4L64X
Thank you very much!
Having worked at home for the past twenty years, I can relate. I fully understand the dopamine hit. Even checking email can be like pulling on a one armed bandit. Most of the time it's nothing, but sometimes the cherries line up. Will the next email be a big one? I'll just check again now.
I find wearing some sort of clothing while I'm working helps. Like putting shoes on. Could be a hat, scarf or necklace. It’s like a uniform. A visual reminder to myself that I’m working, or at least I'm supposed to be.
Whenever people say, "What difference does it make? No one's here." that attitude almost always spells trouble. Time to remind yourself that you are there and what you think of yourself matters.
Yes, you are so right. The suggestion to dress like you're going to work is a good one. PJs are comfortable but they have a psychological connection with rest and sleep.
I just read many of the comments to your article and WOW all are interesting and would not have happened without you doing your work...keep up the good fight. Thank you for your efforts.
I do have a few comments on what you wrote. Bet puzzles keep your mind active, so you are not wasting your time but rather helping your mental health...same with playing solitaire.
Funny comment about Facebook and the waving a finger and saying not during working hours. My hat, if I wore one would be off to you for maintaining or trying to keep your work schedule. I think that one of the reasons that you do is you get a feeling of accomplishment...if you don't do your work, you feel guilty or not right. I also think that for you writing is a way of life and you just gotta do it.
You've got me figured out. I still do my puzzles and solitaire, just later in the day. So my brain is happy about that.
“It’s so easy to get off track and tell myself it doesn’t matter whether or not I do anything. I’m old…Why clean? No one is coming. Why buy groceries when it’s just you and you can eat leftovers? It’s raining. Why not walk tomorrow…It’s hard to keep at it when no one is watching. You get tired and start to think, “Why bother? Who cares? What difference does it make…”
OMG! THIS IS ME! I thought I was the only one! I’m trying to get out of this rut. I’m a fiber artist and often have numerous projects going at once. I counted six in December. I decided I wouldn’t start a new rug until these are completed and made a daily schedule and deadline for each one. At list that gets me at my frame each day. I. Also trying to cook myself a decent meal and eat in the dining room. I wouldn’t serve guests left overs in front of the TV! Cleaning the house is a tougher one but I’m making a greater effort. When that little voice says mockingly, who cares no one is coming? I reply, I’m here. I care. I deserve a clean and tidy house. In the end I think it’s about valuing ourselves and that means using our time and our gifts well instead of squandering both.
Yes! I feel the same way. We have to at least try to use our time and our gifts as well as possible. Keep at it.
Hi Sue. I just wanted to add my thanks and admiration for your always so poignant and relevant substack posts. I find it incredible and comforting to find someone actually daring to admit in print for all to read, so many of the feelings and thoughts I have about living alone as as an older, single, childless woman without any family network for support. I find it difficult to find an out let to express these feelings because I know no one in the same position (most women I know have at least siblings, nieces, a partner or whatever) and to do so to such people sounds rather self pitying, embarrassing or even a sense of failure.
I certainly didn’t expect or want my older age to turn out this way and never thought it would - I’ve had an exciting interesting life working and living internationally, but my partner of 12 years left me for someone else when I was 62. I’m almost 70 now and don’t expect to find another compatible man at this age! My family members have either died or live far away and completely involved with their own families so have no interest in me. Couples/families don’t visit single childless people I find! I fill my days with volunteering, gardening (my own and other people’s), walking, go out to a lot of clubs, classes and events, all the things we are told to counter loneliness and ‘purposelessness’. But all that busyness doesn’t address the coming home to a dark, silent house, the long late evenings and weekends. I still love to travel and explore (which is why I don’t have a dog) but find it a massive challenge to find anyone available and compatible to go with. Singles holidays not an attractive option really - gives me a negative sense of ‘so it’s come to this!’.
Where I do differ from you is that I have chosen not to do anybody social media as I don’t enjoy any form of screen time. I much prefer face to face interaction. I enjoy Jody’s Fireside Crone webinars which is where I ‘met ‘ you and it gives me great comfort to know that I am not alone in this situation. Many thanks for all you do and best wishes to anyone else out there who feels the same.
Sincerely,
Jo Buffey
Thank you so much, Jo. I really appreciate your kind words. As for the partner who left you at 62, what a dirty dog! It's not easy doing this solo life, but we can, and we will.
But you are writing, and you're good at it. I live alone too, and I write too, and it's pretty much all I do and it satisfies me. You are a writer, and a good one, and you find or make tie for it. Good for you. If anyone lived here with me I would hate it. I'd be irritated and btichy and even if I loved them, if they asked me if I wanted a sandwich with mayo or butter I'd be so pissed off. Can't you see I'm doing nothing? which is the same thing as writing?: lettihg the back of my mind make its way to the front? I think you're doing great, and I loved this piece.
Thank you, Abigail. Your appreciation means a lot to me. I feel the same way about interruptions. I was actually late to my meeting because I was . . . writing. The to-do pile has not moved, but it doesn't matter. Priorities.
Make mine with mayo.
You made me laugh. Mayo.
I don't get to go out as much as I'd like to due to chronic illness. I had to stop working because of it. I recently read a substack post on purpose anxiety and I realised that this is what I've been struggling with since my husband passed away. Now that my parents have also passed away there seems to be even less purpose, not that I would still have the energy to be someone's carer, though. I have to work hard to get up each day and carry on somehow. There's lots of decluttering and cleaning to be done but finding the motivation is difficult. I rather spend the energy I have going out 2 afternoons a week to go to appointments, shopping and meeting friends than on tedious domestic chores. I have often wondered what the point is of still being here. I guess many pensioners feel that way, even if they didn't particularly enjoy their jobs. I figured that nowadays my purpose lies in doing inner work, following a spiritual path and being a good friend. According to the former pension age I'd officially be a pensioners now. I reminded myself of this to alleviate any sense of urgency or frustration. I find Buddhism very helpful for getting off the hamster wheel.
Have you considered downsizing and moving somewhere that's closer to amenities?
Sue, I think about downsizing and moving all the time. I'm giving myself a few more years. I think the reason I run on that hamster wheel so hard is my fear of purpose anxiety. If I'm not working, what is my purpose? Thank you for sharing this. I think many do feel the same way.