When I graduated from high school, I had no clue as to what I wanted to do, and to be honest college was not even something I considered. I decided that I was joining the United States Air Force and so that is exactly what I did. I did 10 years 1 month and 28 days. I loved being active military and it made me feel proud. When I separated I was immediately hired in the federal government.
I worked several jobs and continued to what seemed like crawl my way up. Although my personal life was in complete shambles, somehow I continued to grow and move my way up the ladder. Combining my military time to my federal time, I have a total of 35 years, 9 months and 17 days.
I have retired, I have worked my entire life and now, I own my days. What does that mean for me? I have no idea, so far it's been a week, I have remodeled my closet, had lunch with friends, gotten a tattoo, and heading very soon to Jamaica.
I feel very proud of myself and very accomplished. I also would be lying if I for a second I didn't admit that without Charles none of this would be possible. It took me a good three years to get myself back up financially after the ex left and then meeting Charles helped ensure I made solid financial decisions. All of which have finally paid off and I am 100% a free woman.
I was very excited about all of this and then I had a blow. After my mammogram, I received a letter informing me that they have found something that requires additional imaging studies for a compete evaluation. I stay strong pretending it doesn't matter I am fine, but internally, I am petrified that now that I finally have retired and can do all the millions of things I want to do, what if this is not nothing?
At this time, I am trying to focus on the positives and pray that this will end up being nothing. Fingers crossed and if you read this please say a quick prayer for me.
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