It’s never too late to retire your old life and put on a new one.

I’m sitting in the Singapore airport. Tears are welling up in my eyes, my throat is constricting, my heart is bursting.  I am sitting in the airport waiting for my flight and tears of joy are running down my face.  I am going home. The immigration folks have let me through with my new Visa status.

I woke up at 2 am this morning because I was restless and could not sleep, afraid I would miss my alarm.  My flight was at 7 am from Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia.  My return from Singapore at 9 pm the same day.  I’ve made this trek before.  Us expats, nomads, wanderers need to leave Bali every month or two months to stay on the island.  Part of the Visa regulations.

No more.  I have a retirement Visa.  I am official to stay for one year, renewable for more.  A milestone.  A manifestation.

I remember 19 years ago, one of my brothers was married on the Island of Bali.  I along with my son, and husband at the time, had flown to the wedding.  My brother married a woman from Jakarta, hence the location. My first trip to Bali.  I remember at that time wanting to stay, to live on the beach, in a hut perhaps, a simpler life.  This was long before the book ‘Eat, Pray, Love’.  But there was another book I found at the airport about a woman who had done just that.

I remember thinking I wanted to retire at 55.  That was lifetimes ago, when I also thought I needed a million dollars in assets to do so.

Fast forward to life changes, dreams of an island with a volcano, to me leaving the corporate world and moving into my healing world.  Many brutal lessons along the way.

Be careful what you think.  Or think as you wish.

Here at the Singapore airport, waiting for my flight ‘home’ it hits me.  I basically retired at 55.  Not in the way I had envisioned.  But at 54, I quit my job, sold my home and left the States.  I traveled to Greece, Italy, England, Ireland, Egypt, Singapore and Bali. Did I mention traveling was always a dream of mine?  As a child, I dreamed of all the places I would travel, all the places I would go.

Did I mention I wanted to write?  As a child, I wrote.  The writing dimmed along the way of life. It wasn’t practical or profitable.  Plus, I wasn’t that good of a writer.  You have to be an excellent writer to write, don’t you?  Now writing is creeping back into my life.  If just for me.  Poetry of the soul.

Tears slowly flow and my vibration is rushing through my body at such a high speed.  How did this happen?  How am I living this life?

Gratitude seeps in and permeates from my cells.

No, it isn’t exactly as planned.  The crap that happened along the way that escalated this path would not have been what I would have signed up for.  Correction, maybe I did sign up for it.  Maybe I made soul contracts when I was in the ethers to bring me to this place.  The addiction of my only son has catapulted me on the healing path.  The angry men that have shown up in my life have drawn me more and more to see the importance of self-love.

It is all perfect really.

But it also gives me pause.  How is it that 19 years ago I manifested my current life in Bali?  How is it I always knew I would retire from the ‘regular’ job life at 55 and live in a sunny tropical paradise?  How is it that my life is so amazing in so many ways, so long as I look at it from the perspective of gratitude?

I’m retiring.

Actually, I’m just starting.  I feel like a baby reborn.  I’m manifesting my greatest life.

Feet tired of walking the streets of Singapore this day, I come back to the hotel where my Visa agent works, a few hours early.  I ordered a glass of wine.  It was happy hour, which meant two glasses of wine.  A lot for me now.  But I sipped, and the bartender told me about her homeland Thailand and how inexpensive it is to live there. She suggested I check it out and wrote down on a napkin a bunch of suggestions of places I should explore.  Third person who has mentioned Thailand to me.  Perhaps I shall, I don’t know.

I have two rescue dogs now in Bali.  But, I can likely take them with me.  India is my next trip this year.  I must check out a community that lives in peace and harmony called Auroville and some ashrams and perhaps finally get to Nepal.  ‘Lost Horizons’ called to me as a child and it is about time I searched for the lost city.  Another dream soon to be fulfilled.

What I’ve seen is that anything is possible.  Anything is possible, when you see it and believe it.  This is a double-edged sword of course. Manifestation does not discriminate between positive and negative thoughts.

I’m learning to let go and let the universe help more with the path and even the destination.  I’m focusing on self-love and just radiating that out. Period.

I’m so damn happy that I am retired in Bali at a young age in years and a much younger age at heart.

By God, let the tears roll. This is my amazing life!  I’m living it and my hope is you are living yours too.