shereads
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It apparently bubbles out when I'm on cold meds. But I was raised to go looking for life.
I was advised by my dad to take the Civil Service exam, get a job with the postal service, and retire with a government pension.
Instead, i went looking for life. Found a lovely one that needed some work. Built it into something worth having, worth loving. Determined to hang onto it, I gambled and lost. Lost it all. Starting over now, with no more or less of a life than I might have had if I'd never worked a day in my life.
Dad's advice about that dull, steady life with the postal service seems as wise now as it once seemed dull. For a bit of security this late in my life, I'd be happy to endure some boredom.
I'm really, really scared.
Oops. Now my meds are talking. Ambien, the drug-of-choice for terrified insomniacs.
Goodnight, sr71. Thanks for the smiles. I hope you get some rest and feel better in the morning.
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