At 47 I was made redundant. It was a shock but I got an excellent package. After a tumultuous decade of burn out, caring responsibilities, job changes, caring, losing my Dad and brother in Covid in traumatic circumstances, then both my in laws within a year, I didn’t realise how broken I was and how much I was living on my nerves.
in the past year I have lost almost 6st, gone freelance so I don’t have to work in the corporate hamster wheel anymore, get better sleep and spend more time with my teens picking them up every day.
I look and feel the best I have in a decade, I have a PT twice a week, a dog I adore and with the exception of a few niggles I have so far escaped too many menopausal symptoms (give it time!).
I always wanted a portfolio career in my 50s, and I guess I am on my way towards that. Due to losing three parents we have inheritance money stashed, nothing crazy but enough, so I have gone from panicking about having a crap pension, to being in about the right place to retire mid 60s and live comfortably, I just need to keep earning enough to live just now. That includes regular facials and my nails done 😁
Happily married, nice kids, decent house, nice car….yeah, probably about where I hoped I would be. But if you had asked me a few years ago I was a much more frazzled version of myself!