Wow, I guess transporting retirement back home didn’t turn out to be that hard. I’m shocked, shocked to see that I haven’t posted to my blog in weeks. It seems that aliens (or more accurately politics—same thing I guess) have sped up time because I've also been back from New York for weeks and it feels like I just got home yesterday. I guess the best way to describe retirement this time around is that it’s like liquid. Once the tap got turned on, it just flowed in and filled every single crevice of life. No need to worry about filling that white space.
I’ve been getting a lot of email lately from folks just entering retirement and struggling with getting their footing. By the way, I love getting all your emails and I always answer those, even when it seems from the blog that I’ve dropped off the face of the earth. So keep ‘em coming!
To refresh your collective memories, I retired in March of 2008. Four and one-half years ago. After two and a half years, I waded back into work, part-time. As of two months ago, I am officially re-retired. Full time retired.
I have learned a few things from this on-again-off-again retirement approach.
First, adjusting to retirement is not really as easy as you would think. Even if you are lusting after retirement like I was in the years leading up to mine, well, it’s just a really big change. I was so happy to be retired that I didn’t really think of it as hard until now, when I look back. And the reason is that this time, it’s been really, really, really easy.
Because I know now exactly what to expect. And because when I was working again, I yearned for all the things that I had taken for granted when I was fully retired. Because when I stopped working this time, I knew that you shouldn’t force what comes next, you should just let it evolve naturally. You should just let it ooze into all the crevices of your new life.
Of course, it helped to turn retirement on again by heading to the Center of the Universe for a month. New York always wakes me up. But I can’t even pinpoint what it is I’ve been doing over the last several weeks since I’ve been back home. Just spending time with all the people I missed while I was gone, as well as with the garden that didn’t take a vacation from growing. Getting back to my regular exercise routine and actually having time to read books and follow politics. What will I do when I finally finish the photo book of my trip? I don’t know. But I do know that I don’t have to know.
Yes, I’m better off than I was four and one-half years ago. This time I’ve got this whole retirement thing down.
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