I feel that my best days are in the rear-view mirror. I accomplished a good deal during my career, but had to leave it because of my BP. Now I'm on disability, knowing I can't work because my memory is so poor and I have mobility issues, and I sometimes wonder what on earth I'm doing---sitting around waiting to die? I'm only 58...far too young to give up. And I haven't. But I'm having a tough time figuring out my second act.