Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get to retire. I’ve worked since I was about 13 years old and it seems I’ve had bills almost just as long. I love my job and there’s nothing horrible about working–I am very thankful to be able to work. On the other hand, I am not sure I want to work until the very day I die–which sometimes it seems like I’m going to have to. It’s impossible to get ahead financially (for me anyway) and it’s a constant struggle to keep things at least even. Sometimes I fear I am going backwards. The thought of being able to rest and feel completely relaxed–with no worries–sounds like heaven itself. Maybe that is the point. It’s possible there will be no rest for some people this side of heaven. If that’s the case then so be it. While it would be nice to be able to stop struggling so much in this life, I can accept that it will only be in the next one that I finally get to rest. I do know I have it better than many people in this world and I am thankful for what I do have. I’m not complaining.