Sixty-five years old. No paycheck. No thank you. No rest. Just a free babysitter for 2 years. My own son watched it happen and said nothing. The day I chose myself – he called it selfish. I called it survival. I chose survival…. They never expected what came next….. – News

time, I was not crying.

I was smiling.

I am not going to pretend it was all easy.

There were frustrating days.

Days where a client didn’t follow through on what we agreed.

Days where I doubted myself.

Days where I missed my grandchildren and felt that old guilt creeping back.

But I want to tell you about the differences I felt because they were real and they continue reading …