Back in 2020 when COVID shut down the bindery for what was supposed to be only 2 weeks, it made me anxious...and then I got used to staying at home, especially when I wound up making more on unemployment than I did actually working at the bindery. I've since found that I have mixed feelings about not working; on the one hand, it's great being able to do whatever you want, whenever you want...as long as you're not spending too much money. OTOH, it gets pretty boring, especially if the weather's not good enough to be outside. Plus I feel a bit like...if not a drain on society, then at least a drain on Dad. He's said he'd be willing to support me indefinitely but I do NOT want to do that to him. I feel like as long as I'm healthy enough, I want to work...and then in about 15 years or so, I'll be happy to retire, feeling by then like I've "earned" it.
It's sometimes a bit weird to think I've spent over 30 years working, doing (at times) hard labor...had I been in another profession, I might've been able to retire after only 20 years. Man, I chose wrong all those decades ago :-/
