again.
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Then one Tuesday morning, I stood in my kitchen looking at a wall calendar covered with other people’s plans.
My grandson’s soccer tournament.
Melissa’s dentist appointment because I was watching her daughter.
A reminder to transfer money to David.
Nothing on that calendar belonged to me.
I struggled for years.
And I suddenly realized I was 69, and I’d spent most of my life waiting for “someday.”
Someday we’d visit Italy.
Someday I’d see Japan.
Someday we’d go to Australia.
Someday I’d sit in a café in Paris and order something I couldn’t pronounce.
Robert and I had talked about traveling after retirement.
Then he got sick.
“Someday” ended before it started.
I’d spent most of my life waiting for “someday.”
I made a major decision.
I sold the house and booked a trip around the world.
My children reacted as if I’d sold a national monument!
“You’re being
