I never thought too much about retirement. It would come when it did and I’d figure it out then. Even as I was transitioning into it, I didn’t know what to expect. How much money do you really need? What about health insurance? Should we downsize our lifestyle including our house? There were many unanswered questions, and they still hang out there unanswered.
I loved my job and my work. I didn’t want to leave. A few things happened that changed my mind. My husband, who had retired years earlier, turned seventy. If I wanted to spend quality time with him, I had to retire. I needed to downsize my department at work by one person. That was the sign to go.
Initially, I wanted to keep a presence in my profession. I started a ‘casual’ blog intending to do a ‘folksy’ human resources blog. (I know! What was I thinking? Human resources is rarely ‘folksy.’) It never happened. After years of writing ‘Thou shalt not’ memos to employees, I was done with that. I wanted to write about cats, coffee, stupid people and insane things that happen. I didn’t want to put a ‘spin’ on anything or convince anyone that something was a good idea. My writing blurts out my message. My filter retired too. My blog became a humor blog.
I’ve been retired almost six years. We haven’t moved yet but continue to talk about it as if it might really happen. We accumulated more cats and don’t exactly know how that happened. We’ve spent time with friends, relatives and each other although we often have no idea where the other one is. (Note to self: Have husband outfitted with a GPS collar like they have for dogs.) There has been opportunity to explore new experiences that we won’t do ever again. It’s surprising to find out that something you really wanted to do isn’t any fun.
There is time for exercise, family, and anything that comes up in the moment. Although there is still not enough time! I’m never bored and I don’t feel any older. I retained my addiction to Starbucks mocha lattes and shoes. Although I can’t wear the high heels I really want, I can fondle them at a shoe store. It’s cheaper that way.
Oh yes, I write whatever I want. No one edits (except my cranky cats). Life is good. You can find me at Views and Mews. Bring your own coffee. I can give you a cat.
From Retirement Reflections: I am delighted that Kate agreed to join this Summer Series. So many times when I have been multi-tasking (yes, I still do that in retirement), I spot a post from Kate, burst out laughing, and am totally busted. If you have never visited Kate’s blog before, I highly encourage you to check it out. (Just ensure that you are somewhere where you can freely laugh out loud!) Please join us again next Sunday when we welcome Dee Blanding from Grammy’s Grid. See you then!