A year spent writing, another year spent waiting and finally…a dream coming true!
I’ve joked for years saying, “I finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up — Retired!”
Well, that time is approaching and it fills me with joy and more than a dash of trepidation. I want so much to be productive in the coming years, but there’s a lot of change to embrace first. I’ll need to address a few questions, like:
I’ve spent forty years working. I’m a known entity with proven value. Will I lose my identify and sense of self without a corporate support structure to acknowledge me?
I’m a creature of habit. I need order. Will I become the kid again who left home for the first time and went a little wild without an authority figure to guide me? Without a curfew?
A job comes with set hours and expectations. How do I re-establish accountability for myself?
The think I look forward to the most in retirement is time to write, write, write! But a body can sit in front of the computer monitor only so long without getting rusty and creaky. Will I find the discipline to draw up a timetable? Set aside time to write, but also to move about, see friends, get outside, and clean house? (Yes, there are some things that never go away!)
Time is about to take on a whole new meaning. I just hope I’m up to the challenge. Wish me luck, because October 17th is coming fast!