So I got myself really busy the first few days after the last day of my career. And then, I just kind of crashed and couched-out for a couple of days lethargic and exhausted. I think this all makes sense. For me, retiring is a mixed bag of elation and fear. I fear getting ill. For example, we had friends over last night for BBQ and martinis. They are both recently retired and somewhat older and the woman, let's call her Emily, who is in good shape, emotional stable and happily married, was showing me her arthritic hands and talking about how limiting and painful the knotting of her fingers has become to her (they have stopped sailing because she could no longer carry out her first mate duties). Arthritis? I think about both my mom and dad who had the joints fused in their fingers and toes to stop the pain in their arthritic appendages...I digress.
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Retirement Days - The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up
So I got myself really busy the first few days after the last day of my career. And then, I just kind of crashed and couched-out for a couple of days lethargic and exhausted. I think this all makes sense. For me, retiring is a mixed bag of elation and fear. I fear getting ill. For example, we had friends over last night for BBQ and martinis. They are both recently retired and somewhat older and the woman, let's call her Emily, who is in good shape, emotional stable and happily married, was showing me her arthritic hands and talking about how limiting and painful the knotting of her fingers has become to her (they have stopped sailing because she could no longer carry out her first mate duties). Arthritis? I think about both my mom and dad who had the joints fused in their fingers and toes to stop the pain in their arthritic appendages...I digress.
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