I am finding it harder to write fresh thoughts about retirement these days. I attribute this to what Ram at Retirement Experiment, discussed last week: Hedonic Adaptation.
Now that I've been enjoying the good life for over a year, it just feels normal, like it's always been my life. It's hard to contrast it with my old, working life, because it just feels like I've always been living this way. My old life feels like ancient history.
The lack of stress over to-do lists, the freedom to behave spontaneously, the lack of HURRY in my life, I admit, I don't have the sense of awe over these advantages anymore. It's just the way I live, and so I tend not to appreciate the stark contrast from my old working life as much as I did in the past. My working life feels like it was so long ago, almost like it was someone else's life.
Every so often though, I do realize another benefit of retirement. On Saturday, I got a haircut that is so insanely short, I really want to minimize any excursions out in public until it has had a chance to grow out a bit. Like maybe a year from now. I was so happy this morning when I realized that in my previous life I would have had to get out of bed and face an entire office full of people as a bald woman. Instead, I just rolled over and hoped another hour of sleep would somehow accelerate the hair growth process.
(And lest you do not believe that it's truly that bad, I asked my husband to take a picture of said hair to put on my Facebook page, in order to give my friends some fair warning, and he said "You do NOT want to put a picture of the way you look right now out on the INTERNET!")