I've been retired one full year today. Yeeeyyyy, another anniversary to celebrate... NOT!!!
Unlike my friend I was only half, or let's say, a quarter prepared to retire when I did. Four years earlier I set out a plan, just like my friend. But 2 years later my plan turned lopsided because of an unforeseen event in the family. The main column of my balcony collapsed unannounced. I had to find a replacement. I lost my footing, concentration, my resolve. I got very, very nervous. I was lost!
But what is meant to be meant to be. One week before my first day of retirement, I formed in my mind the things that I would be doing, tackling, finishing, building. Today, those are still in my mind!
Hurrying, organizing, pleasing .... these are NOT in my list of favorite words anymore, after all,
to quote from an e-mail I received this morning:
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.and besides, I have all the time at my disposal,.