Posted on 02/02/2020 5:55:52 AM PST by MuttTheHoople
Too Funny!
People need to stop whining.
For me, 47.2 was a few months before 9/11. Life was actually going pretty good for me at the time. My rough patch was early 40s. But everything worked out for me and now I’m 65 and I’ve been enjoying the good retired life since the month I turned 60.
Things get even better when you hit 55. That is when the Senior Citizen discounts kick in. It is a big milestone. :)
There are doors one does not open in the chambers of the mind. Closed and the keys discarded for the rust of years to find.
When the time has reached the hour, like the chiming of a clock,
Memory picks up the key and turns it in the lock.
Honestly, in my fifties, I was more worried about keeping my job and qualifying for retirement than I was concerned about having to keep working. I was glad to keep working!
Indeed! Got news this morning that a friend's 27-year-old niece passed away last night. Drug related. A tragic waste.
At 47.2 I found myself recently single after nearly 10 years with her and then I was downsized by my company after 24 years.
Doing much better much better now.
That is great. They tell me I was terrible in my 2’s but I don’t remember much.
Frank Sinatra had a good take on it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeDfgUvyKHk
I am now 57, and life for me now is great.
You have to adjust your expectations and embrace the changes. I retired at sixty eight. I loved my job, but I was declining both physically and mentally. I comforted myself with the idea that “I wasn’t as good as I once was, but once I was as good as I ever was.” Then one day I wasn’t. I didn’t want to stay too along and embarrass myself, or hurt somebody. Retirement isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. If you don’t have a great government pension you will need a couple of million invested to live well. Social Security and Medicare only will keep you in bandaids and dog food. The good news is that as you live longer you get more clarity about your wants and needs. By the time your eighty your concerned with just three things, a warm room, decent food and adequate pain control.
You have to adjust your expectations and embrace the changes. I retired at sixty eight. I loved my job, but I was declining both physically and mentally. I comforted myself with the idea that “I wasn’t as good as I once was, but once I was as good as I ever was.” Then one day I wasn’t. I didn’t want to stay too along and embarrass myself, or hurt somebody. Retirement isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. If you don’t have a great government pension you will need a couple of million invested to live well. Social Security and Medicare only will keep you in bandaids and dog food. The good news is that as you live longer you get more clarity about your wants and needs. By the time your eighty your concerned with just three things, a warm room, decent food and adequate pain control.
Another lol.
I’m the same way; maybe that contributes to the unhappiness as well (constantly worrying about losing your job short of the finish line).
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