A new day. A new chance to succeed.

At some point, I may retire. It took me half a century to get here. I don't see much sense in hanging it up now that I've finally gotten to the place where I can do what I've always wanted to do.

Maybe that's the definition of retirement.

My blue collar background always defined it as not going to work everyday. It meant retreating from the world.

As if work was the only meaning.

Perhaps it is.

May you find meaning in your life #today

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Merovingian Club

A club for red-pilled exiles.