Lord, Give Me Grace

Having never retired before, I'm new at this. I've been doing the happy dance now for over a year and I've no doubt driven the poor souls around me quite mad. I've counted months, days, hours, and even a minute here and there and now the time has come.

For some reason, today was different. I was throwing away 32 years worth of notes, letters, cards, pictures, computer files - weeding out all but the very priceless - as my house cannot handle 32 years worth of sentimental work stuff. Maybe I was seeing too much going into the trash. Maybe I was having too many memories flooding in at one time. Maybe the old hormones were in assault mode. Whatever the cause, I was not pleasant.

Is there a retirement version of Bridezilla - perhaps a Retirezilla?

Pray for me tomorrow. I want my last day to be a happy one. I want to leave with a smile on my face - not in hand cuffs for killing the person who stepped on my last nerve. Grace - that's it! I need grace! Pray hard - on a good day, grace is a tough one for me!