A few years ago, I found myself in a strange place — stuck in a career that felt like it’d run out of road, yet not quite close enough to retirement to get excited about what’s next. It’s a limbo of sorts. My husband retired four years ago, and while I was genuinely happy for him, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of envy. His days were suddenly his own — no alarms, no deadlines, just the freedom to choose. That envy simmered quietly until a Monday trip to Chester during term time. The streets were calm, the cafés […]