Just saw a segment on the Today Show about the elderly downsizing when one of their spouses pass away. I'm far from elderly, my opinion anyway, but I have always been concerned about my future. Even before Earl passed away I wondered, who's going to take care of me? Maybe that's a selfish thought but we both knew the chances of him going before me were high, he was much older than me.
Then I woke up and thought to myself, I don't really want anyone taking care of me. All I want is a comfortable, less stressful, simple life. And I have it. I was just thinking about it yesterday, as I sat in my favorite chair and managed to get 11,000 words to a new manuscript done.
I really do believe I have the perfect life right now. I'm so lucky. Downsizing by moving in with my daughter and her family was a smart move. My woman-cave is just the right size, and has all the privacy I need, when I need it. It's easy to keep clean and it's decorated like a mini home with my tastes.
It's a situation that works out for all of us. I'm available to help out with my grandchildren, and it gives me peace of mind to know they are just on the other side of a single door that divides their home with mine.