The first Monday of the New Year

by Angela Brooks

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The alarm went off at 5:30 am – a soft alarm not the one that screams at you.
I hate to hear an alarm ring.

I didn’t exactly spring out of bed – I rolled over – sat up – stretched – bend over and petted the dog laying in his bed wagging his tail.

I wish I could wake up like him and feel wiggly all over. I sat there for a minute and then smiled.



Most people went back to the job after the holidays – kids back to school and I started my new routine of being retired.

An odd – good feeling.

I have worked a job since I was 14 years old. I have worked in nursing since 1986. 
I was one of the zombies who walked the long side walk to the time clock everyday and some-days it was me running to the clock to make the swipe on time. I took vacation when someone approved my time off. I spent time with my family with someone told me I could be there. I was only allowed 6 weeks of vacation a year after 25 years. I only got a raise when the government wanted to approve one. The last raise was 8 years ago. This year they gave everyone a 3% I missed it because my raise wouldn’t show up on my check until March. Since I retired in December – I didn’t get it.

I never want to work under someone Else’s rules again. I appreciated the job. It put food on the table, paid for a farm and many new cars. It bought my clothes and provided for my family. I liked what I did – enjoyed my patients – met some amazing staff.

I needed a change. I had daily headaches, lower back pain, stress, I did not sleep more than 4 hours a night, I was more than a little grumpy and short with my family after a rough day at work. 

Actually the correct word for that grumpiness was, I was a bitch. I knew it and didn’t want to feel that way. I didn’t want to bring that mood home from work with me – but as a human you do.

I would think about things that happen during a shift – things that should not have happened that did, and no one did anything about it. The good ole boy system – the back stabbing – fake smiles.

As I sat on the edge of that bed I smiled. I had slept all night. I woke up with no pain. I had a brand new day in front of me and I got to choose how it begins and ends.

The funniest part… is I didn’t even know where to start. I had my coffee, got a load of clothes started, checked my email and social media messages. I needed to get on the elliptical but I wanted to go back to bed.

and I did.

I laid there and thought about what I could do – needed to do but I didn’t move.

I had the zombie syndrome and didn’t know where to begin. I knew I would have transition issues and would have to figure out what my routine was. Today was the day it began.

I learned after week one of vacation I had to get up and get dressed – comb my hair – brush my teeth. Two sprays of perfume. Ready to get my day started and not remain in sleep/lazy mode.

I found I don’t have as much work in my office as I used too because I could keep up with it along the day when things popped up and not make a list of things to do later. That feels amazing.

I am able to give my team more details on the questions they ask because I am not suffering brain fog and people over load.

My kids and I have had the best conversations and I heard them – every word. Not “Ugh uh” as I multi task for the afternoon.
It took me 4 years to prepare for this time to come – FOUR years! I spent tons of money on coaching, and traveling to events. I worked late and got up early. It was more than making the 6-figures (even though that is not to shabby) a month. I wanted a life! 

I wanted to get out of bed and be around people who supported me and not the ones I had to watch to see if they were going to stab me in the back in the name of the corporate game. – Which SUCKS! – 

I know I am talking straight to you because you are still reading. I am passionate about moving my team forward in their business and I am giving them everything I have learned to help them. All they have to do is use the tools that are in front of them. 

How bad do you want to stop clocking in and turning in leave slips to have time off?  Is 2 – 3 – 4 weeks a year enough time off to recharge you? Is it even enough to really spend with your family.

It wasn’t for me. I was a caged animal and I had to get out. The moment I saw there were no such thing as a glass ceiling – my mind was set. I worked my ass off – got pissed off as I learned – applied everything I could get my hands on – read books – listen to CD’s – phone call trainings – took notes – wrote in a journal. 



Your still reading? …. YOU – WANT – OUT. Why are you waiting? Join me with this team. I am not blowing smoke because I don’t have too. I will help you if you want help. I will not do it for you. I will teach you and then you apply you life will be different.

Click here – grab  a premium business kit. Become a business partner with me and let’s see what next year looks like.

Only if you really want it.

Angela Brooks is a retired nurse after 25 years in mental health. She used her lunch breaks to build her business part time on the night shift. Her car became a mobile university as she listened to business training, coaching calls on CD and phone webinars. She blogged while she was at her sons' baseball practices.

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