I am coming up on one year of being retired, and If my body was a bit more spry, this would be the best time of my life.
I did wonder with some degree of trepidation if I was one of those people who worked at a high stress, high responsibility job who simply got addicted to the stress and could not adjust to the inactivity of retirement.
The kind of people who are miserable and kick the bucket within a year or two of retirement. I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t sure.
Nope. Not one of them.
I am enjoying this as life should be enjoyed.
I have become a homebody. I don’t feel the need to have a job. I don’t have the need to travel. I am taking better care of myself.
I am doing things, at my own pace (or...my wife’s pace) and on my own time.
I have hobbies, I design and print all manner of 3D things, I have been working on, of all things, a 1/32 scale model of an F-14 Tomcat that I built to about 85% complete back in 1982, and have carried it with me everywhere as I moved.
I lay in my hammock and read, listen to podcasts or audiobooks, and watch the birds. I visit with friends.
I am happy in my marriage, and I am finding Christ.
This. Is. Just. Awesome.
“This. Is. Just. Awesome.”
I couldn’t have said it better. We’re retired are busier than we’ve ever been — doing things we WANT to do.
Hubby is a Type A, also was in a high-stress career, and I worried that he would have trouble. It was rocky for about a month, and then he slipped right into the new life.
I’ seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe another year and a half and I’m out.
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ve worked in the building materials world for a while on the sales/training side of things. I may become one of those curmudgeonly fellows at the hardware store 1 or 2 days a week.
I travel extensively for my job and am actually looking forward to more road trips with my wife.