I rescinded my resignation last September, when I realized I wasn’t ready to retire from my thirty-eight year career as a registered nurse. I pitched a job share proposal to my employer, and for the past six months have been working two days a week.
In an earlier guest post, I published a list of my goals, with foreshadowing of how some pesky nettles might give the shaft to my part-time Garden of Eden. Now I’m prepared to give Donna and her readers an update.
I appreciate Donna’s blog and how she presents not only the joyful side of retirement but also the challenges of transitioning into full-time retirement. For me this has been a process not an event, and for now, I’m content working part-time.
I’ll KEEP THE HOUSE SPOTLESS AND OTHER SEMI-RETIREMENT LIES
When a friend asked me how my semi-retirement was going I spit out this lame reply, “It’s been an adjustment.” Which was a pointless answer, since getting out of bed every day requires an adjustment. If you don’t believe me, ask my chiropractor.
Anyway, now that I’ve lived the dream for six months, I’ve done an honest self-appraisal. Next time someone asks about it, I’ll be ready with a report on how ‘my fallible semi-retirement plans’ are progressing.
I’ll cook healthy meals during the day so we can eat before 8:00 p.m.
Cap’n Crunch made this intention a reality. My husband, Patrick, continues to shun ‘Crunch Berries,’ but he’s quite fond of ‘Cinnamon Crunch.’ And it pairs well with Bota Box Chardonnay.
I’ll grocery shop on weekdays saving Patrick the trouble of going with me.
Patrick said I was sabotaging my strategy when I overspent while shopping alone, and insisted I try again. I ‘forgot’ to buy coffee, bacon, and toilet paper last week so I’m certain we’ll shop together on weekends from now.
I’ll keep the house spotless now that I have time to clean.
Superficial cleaning worked well until we emerged from the darkness of a long, dreary winter. Sunshine gleamed through dingy windows, and I saw blankets of dust. I pulled a wool blanket over my eyes, but since that was a limited solution, I resorted to wearing sunglasses. Now the only crud I can see is on my lenses.
I won’t need to buy as many clothes.
I predicted I’d continue to upgrade my wardrobe but surprised myself with a growing disinterest in new clothes. I wear the same two outfits to work, and on my days off, I putter around the house in yoga pants and a stained t-shirt. When I go out, I wear faded jeans topped with a ‘loose tunic,’ what some might call a ‘baggy sweatshirt.’ But I do still wear a bra. After all, I’m not a slob.
I’ll shop for sales.
I was proud of myself last week. When I placed an order for new sheets, I searched for an online coupon and scored 20% off. That does not mean my next leap will be traipsing through a brick and mortar store to find a bargain.
I’ll save money on gas.
I accomplished this aim since we had one of the stormiest Maine winters on record. I spent endless days at home, reading with a headlamp while a nor’easter raged outside. With the gas savings, I’m going to buy a generator. Online. Preferably with a coupon.
I’ll get in shape.
You would think wearing yoga pants would inspire me to do some actual yoga. So far this hasn’t happened, but it is quite a workout wriggling into them. That counts, right?
I won’t procrastinate.
I’m sure I’ll enroll in Medicare well in advance of my 65th birthday. I’m going to take action – as soon as I come out from under my wool blanket.
I admit I was apprehensive about taking my semi-retirement inventory, but as you can see, I’m thriving. Anyone have a good Cap’n Crunch recipe to share?