When I was a kid - a long time ago - I remember my parents had one consistent goal in life: they wanted to work until they were 65, then draw Social Security. And they never waivered from that.
They never talked about vacations. Or visiting family. Just drawing Social Security and then kicking back at home. I remember the only thing they regularly did together was watch television. My stepfather had a small plot of land behind their double-wide where he grew tomatoes and chili peppers. While he was busy with that my mother was working on one of her sewing projects, at which she was quite adept. During the week they might have a drink or two.
And they followed their plans for the rest of their lives and seemed content to be doing what they were doing. Eventually my stepfather died and my mother moved to Arizona where she passed away a few years later.
I bring this up today because once in a while someone will ask me when I'm going to retire and start enjoying life. My answer is usually the same: I am enjoying life. And I'll probably keep doing what I'm doing as long as I'm able to do my job.
I don't know a lot of people who have a job they love and look forward to going to work each day. But, for me it's always a privilege to help my fellow addicts do something positive with their lives. To see them find a good job. Or a good relationship.
To see them walk away from TLC and into a normal life.