Being Seventy: Six
Another bit from Being Seventy (we're not far from being done):
Page 55: I no longer have to prove anything. I can enjoy the thing-in-itself, whatever it is, without regard to the prestige value or the effect that it may have on my career.
I love the truth of this particular bit.
I am pleased that I knew when it was time to retire from hospital chaplaincy. As much as I loved that job, and as much as I miss it still, leaving it to spend more of my weekends with my husband was absolutely the right thing to do.
As for my day job (which I'm not about to quit!), my three mornings each week among the autistic children and their incredible teachers enriches my life beyond belief. I xerox, I laminate, I velcro, I sort; I laugh every single day. I'm not getting rich from this job, not in the monetary sense. But in every other way . . . .
I have a good friend of similar age who is very much into her career. It is the most important thing in her life. This seems to be working for her. But for me, I am thankful to be finished with climbing a success ladder and with career achievements.