I’m feeling a lot calmer now—or maybe I should say I’ve just accepted it.
In just the past couple of weeks, one bad thing after another has happened, and now each situation is already set in stone with a bad ending. Neither I nor any of my friends who wanted to help could change the outcome.
One of these events had me completely anxious and upset. Because of a manager’s oversight, my official retirement date was pushed back by at least six months—totally through no fault of my own. At the time, I completely lost it; I couldn’t control my emotions. Just to clarify, I’m not in my fifties or sixties yet. I don’t mean any offense—I just want to say that even though I still have a long way to go before retirement, adding six extra months on top of that made it really hard to laugh it off or pretend it didn’t matter.
If only one bad thing had happened, I would’ve stayed anxious and sad. But when the number of bad things crossed a certain point, I strangely became calm—because life couldn’t possibly get any worse.