Yes, I'm working with those feelings too, wisewoman. I don't think moving will make that much of a difference for very long. I moved 2-1/2 years ago from my huge rambler of 20 years to a tiny townhouse on the water, a dream house sort of thing we never thought we'd be able to afford. But now I'm fretting just like with the rambler only now it's about not having "enough" space (instead of too much, one extreme to the other ) and struggling to simplify. One reason I wanted to move then was my one neighbors whom I loved were getting extremely elderly, in their 90's and I didn't want to live there when one of them died (they have good local family support and many many friends so I didn't feel like I was abandoning them and the people who bought our house were very good, I told the woman to "take care" of them or I'd come get her :-)

I worry all the time that my husband being older will get sick or die soon; I'm the youngest child and my next younger brother just turned 60 this year, my stepsister turned 70. It's harder to find things to interest me as I've either tried things I thought would interest me or rejected things so there are fewer "choices"; not like I can take up skiing or something now. Now that I'm retired there's not even the idea of changing jobs or careers to interest me and so much advertising is based on working. I feel a little out of it, like I should be in a home somewhere and having aides try to cheer me up or keep me occuppied with little craft projects or something.

I have lots of chronic health complaints and have to worry if they're be better/worse when my husband and I decide to do something, to plan a trip or activity. My husband and I have different problems too so if one of us is well, the other might not be.

I have found a primary interest in writing and a couple other backup ones (genealogy and travel to places I'd like to see/research the genealogy) so the "work"/what to do is okay at the moment. I still read a great deal and have gotten back into reading before I go to bed at night which I find very pleasant and relaxing and look forward to enough that I will not watch TV but go to bed in good time instead.

I'm attacking the clutter (just put a bookshelf together for the bottom of my stairs instead of piling stuff there; and ordered shelving for a "photo" area (we have no place to put larger photos so I have all my old family ones "stored". Son/daughter-in-law and grandkids keep giving us pictures of the kids and projects they have done and I have no place to put them so I'm creating a place)) and my husband is helpful doing vacuuming (my asthma doesn't like stirring up dust and cat hair) but even with the smaller space it's hard for me to keep up.

I have a plan for and am attacking my weight and eating habits and activity level to see if I can help some of my chronic stuff. It has been really acting up the last week or so so I'm even more determined than ever. I've been studying online to see what helps; I really love this food site: http://whfoods.org/ But still, undoing and making stuff better is slow, hard work and that's discouraging to me too. I'm tired.

One of my favorite quotes of all time is from Field Marshal General Ferdinand Foch, the WWI French General who was in charge of the Allies: </font><blockquote><div id="quote"><font class="small">Quote:</font>
My right has been rolled up. My left has been driven back. My center has been smashed. I have ordered an advance from all directions.

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