I’m sure this realization is nothing new, but since I’m fairly new to the retirement game, it’s new to me.
With this light bulb moment in mind, I’ve decided that each weekend can be a mini-retirement.
I’ll still be answerable to loved ones and will aim to be productive, but if I’m hit with a wave of ‘ehhhh, that can wait’, I’ll concede quite willingly.
And, if faced with an opportunity for a new adventure, I’ll follow my ‘Awww, you’re only retired once.’ mantra over the annoying ‘But you’re working again!’ voices.**
**lots of voices, I know. A little disturbing, isn’t it?
Note: I retired for twelve months and learned plenty. I’ll be posting my impressions and lessons–I’ll call them ‘stepping stones‘–as a friend, not an advisor, and certainly not as an expert. Quite the opposite, in fact.
