You know, when you're getting a bit older like I am, and have been told you are losing your job, you start to wonder if you should just hang up your cleats and give up your place in the world of work. I, however, like getting a pay check and duking it out with everyone else in the rat race. I'd hate to think it was all over for me.
I read some lines by the poet Wendy Cope that helped me:
No point in living if you let
Your terror of the end take hold
Keep saying this and don't forget
The party isn't over yet.