I didn't ask to be retired and if it had been up to me, I would still be working - I liked what I was doing.
At first, I choked on the word “retired,” but I'm accustomed to it now and don't mind ticking that box when asked. Even better, after five years I've discovered that there are a whole bunch of terrific things about being retired.
I don't need nearly as many clothes and I don't need to spend as much as I once did on what I do buy. No more dry cleaning either.
Although the cat makes it difficult, theoretically I can sleep in as late I want.
There is as much time as I want to cook, so I save a lot of money on food.
If I fade at midday, I can have a nap.
I can avoid crowds at markets and stores by shopping when everyone else is at work.
For the same reason, I can avoid traffic jams.
I can go to the movies during the day and avoid those crowds.
No more pantihose torture!
If the book is that good, I can stay up all night reading.
No more rushing through house cleaning on weekends; I can spread it out all week (or even over two weeks if visitors aren't expected).
There is time for quiet contemplation without feeling guilty that something else isn't getting done.
No more deadlines.
Oops – did I say that? I have a 5:30AM deadline on this blog every day and I had multiple deadlines for so many years, I suspect I'd be uncomfortable without them. But the difference, now, is that my deadline is self-imposed and as tight as it is, I meet it on my schedule.
Plus, on days when I don't feel like doing a “real post” involving actual work that might take all day or even several days, I can knock off something like this in about ten minutes.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Mary Jamison: Tales From the Nursing Home: Dan