I dreaded it. Seriously, I dreaded it. I had spent four and a half decades working. And to be honest, I defined myself by what I did for my work. I felt that, were it not for my job, I would go through a traumatic identity crisis. I mean, without my work, who the hell was I?
I just figured I’d work until I dropped dead. Because not working would surely bore me to death. What would I do with the 50 to 60 hours a week that I would otherwise have spent working. Watch television? Just shoot me, for crissake.
But then the time finally came. My boss called me into her office and said, “Fandango, are you giving any thought to retirement?” Okay, you don’t have to hit me over the head. I get it. Time to hang up the old spurs, or whatever it is that one hangs up when one retires.
So I lied, “Yes, I am planning to retire at the end of the calendar year.” Note that I didn’t specify which calendar year.
“Excellent,” she said, glee in her eyes. “That will give you three months to train your replacement, someone who is much younger than you, smarter than you, better looking than you, and to whom we can pay a lot less money than you.”
Okay, she didn’t really say all that, other than taking three months to train my replacement. But it was implied.
Three months later I retired. I woke up on the first Monday that I would otherwise have gotten ready for work and I thought, My. Life. Is. Over.
That was three years ago and I’m still alive. I am fortunate enough to have amassed a decent nest egg during my working years, so I am not concerned about having to survive the rest of my life on canned tuna. Although I do love canned tuna.
And I discovered something else. I discovered happiness. I am actually very happy in retirement. I have no timetables, no pressing deliverables, no meetings to attend, no conference calls or webinars to participate in. No unreasonable clients to deal with, no flights to catch, no boss to please. I can wear jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers at all times. And I have actually gotten used to spending a lot of time with my wife. So much time with my wife! 😁
So, after almost three years of retirement, I can unequivocally say that…
Retirement is Happiness
Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, where we are supposed to write about our thoughts on the notion of happiness.