Life in the Slow Lane
No, not that’s not my life, nor, most likely, will it ever be.
Roy, my dear husband, has chosen life in the slow lane, having taken early retirement this summer, at the ripe old age of 47!!
It’s amazing! We just love it. He was a high-powered mathematician, had a Chair in Maths, has been a tenured full professor since his early thirties. However, when work keeps you so busy that you have no time to live well, you might as well be earning a dying. When the list of procrastinated chores grows and grows! Ugh!
So now we are living in the slow lane; well, actually we are just adjusting to it. Sea salt from France has a sensational taste; it’s green and unprocessed, and full of seaweed and beneficial algae. Roy ground some this morning in our grinder. He made fresh apple juice from our apples, freshened the rabbit’s hutch, read some Scripture, and now is going to do what it takes to keep our family’s publishing company flourishing.
Less money than before? Yes, a bit. More time? Loads more. Less stress? Yes! More time for each other, our children and our friends? Yes! Healthier? Yes! Happier? Oh yes!!!
The trade-down–less money, less prestige, more time, more leisure, more family time, more time with and for people and God was a good move, and I doubt we will ever regret it.