Yesterday as the clerk rang up my groceries at Trader Joe's, he asked me what I had planned for the day. "Chores," I answered, cheerfully. "Are you going to do anything fun?" he persisted. I felt a little bit annoyed, as I was just there to shop, not to explain how and why I spend my time.
I had run the dogs along the Walkydog that morning. The exercise was energizing for all of us, and I love the buzz of endorphins it brings. So do my canines. I told him that I was looking forward to making delicious meals with all of the items I had purchased.
I thought about the times when I was a dance teacher making barely enough money to make ends meet. Grocery shopping in those days took careful planning, so I that didn't go over my small budget. My mom used to tell me on the phone that she wished I didn't have to work so hard. It was a difficult and strenuous time, but I got through it. Sometimes she would slip me a gift card for groceries in the mail. It was our secret. I always appreciated it.
So, now that I'm retired, it is a relief to be able to relax at the market and be able to buy what I want. I can splurge on blueberries, raspberries, popsicles, cookies, and candy. There was a time when I only made my desserts from scratch, and bought all of the ingredients in bulk. There were no extras: no vacations, meals out, new clothes, etc. It was part of the sacrifice of being a dance teacher.
Tight finances make life very tense. The man behind the register didn't really understand all that, but your priorities change as you age. I am happy sitting on my porch, gazing at my glorious garden, and reading an entertaining library book. A happy and peaceful retirement is built over time. It takes planning and preparation.
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