Retirement delayed and broke anyway

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92. Started working right outta college in 1975 just as a few enlightened men started considering women

as hireable peers. My first few jobs were because they needed to add a woman to the staff. Climbed up through bigger and better jobs til I got to the AP. And then made permanent. And with a secure job - in broadcasting, no less, I started wondering if we better start a family before my eggs got stale.

By the time years had passed and I had two little ones, I realized I had a slowly developing case of divided loyalties, and that I couldn’t sustain trying “to serve two masters.” One of ‘em had to go. So it was the job.

And that was the end of “my brilliant career.” I never worked again. But contentment came with that. I’d wound up with a job that was far more fulfilling. FAR more. And no regrets.

The job won’t ever love you back.