Sixty-five years old. No paycheck. No thank you. No rest. Just a free babysitter for 2 years. My own son watched it happen and said nothing. The day I chose myself – he called it selfish. I called it survival. I chose survival…. They never expected what came next….. – News

hurt worse.

Once I reclaimed my schedule, I started sleeping 7 to 8 hours a night. I started walking 2 miles every morning again, something I had done for years before babysitting took over.

Within a month, I felt physically better than I had in over a year.

The second difference was mental.

I felt sharp again.

I had always been a problem solver. That part continue reading …